THE GENIUS and THE WITHDRAWN

I used to hate her.. for making my life as a student sometimes a little harder and a lot harder most of the time.. We are the exact opposite.. She was a consistent honor student, and me, a consistent headache of teachers and regular customer of principal’s office.. During elementary days and especially high school, there was a feeling that it is a burden to be her sister, because her teachers happened to be my teachers, too.. No matter how obvious our big big difference, they still expected me to be like her.. In scale of 1 to 10, she is 10 times of that 10, and I am only, proud to say, negative 5.. See the complications? Hehe: )

She has high standards in everything and I am only wanting ordinary things.. because I am not one of a kind, I am not dreaming to have the best..

She really has the brain, no doubt, she’s now working in the corporate world, moving in a class social circle, earning huge amount of money..

And me, my life rotates in a four-corner world. But in the world where realities exist.. Where I am sharing all that I have to somehow help ease the effect of having to live in a very low class life of the people around me..

She constantly say to me that I cannot solve every problem in this world.. That I should control myself for being sobrang mapagkawang-gawa.. That I also need to think of myself, bla bla bla…..

She is not against on my passion to reach out to the people who need help.. She only wanted to make me realize the boundaries especially if there are things I also need to fix on my own.. But I would just tell her, mahirap na nga tayo, pero may mas mahihirap pa sa ‘tin..


In spite of some ugly memories in my school days, we are still sisters.. Now that we both see our own worth in this world, one thing that I am sure of, she understands me, in my desire to serve.. I was never like her but she is one those people who cares about me.. Who knows me and sees the real me.

Yes, I grew up hating her.. When we were young, I was always trying to make her life miserable in return to the emotional and mental torture of being her ANTONYM..

But I don’t hate her anymore.. I thank her because of the challenge, on how I would get through with it all.. I wouldn’t strive to prove myself if I wasn’t put in countless humiliation.. I knew she didn’t want it to happen to me, it was the world that caused me.. It was not her fault after all..

We are created not to expect ourselves to be like others, we are here to live our life on how we can make full use of what we are..