freedom writer

photo freedom writers by freedom writers movie

i want to be a writer; i always know that however not talented i am...i could always escape with writing..however my world seems to stuck and dull, i would write about how it has been or even when people does not care to read about it, i still feel good that i have written something.watching freedomwriters, it inspires me...i feel sorry that i am too ignorant of the reality of life...most of the time,i only realise about my hardships, betrayals and problems that i've always encounter with friends, family and even myself...i rarely think of other's feeling when the are facing the same burdens as mine,in facts their's are more hard than what i've been dealing with...people that are younger than me suffers more than what i could have understood and experienced for the past 24 years of living in this world...and the elders that have surpassed me, greet this world with a bless for another sunshine after a long strained of tears and blood from their previous life and missing pieces of happiness...as i went through along with the movie, i keep thinkingabout my parents...how can a child deny the fact that their parents is their heroes?thinking and recalling everythings that they have do and give to me, i am amaze that i never hear one single sigh from them...there's no end in raising a person and not only a child... they've given me more than love and money, a thing that a human could not see but feel through their heart and aqal.i am blessed that my parents never given up on me...and i hope i would always have the chances and period to keep my promises realised for them...it maybe the littlest things that i could afford to do but i would love to letthem know that i care...and every words that i've telling them, someday it would be more than just a saying...striving for success and repay everythingthat my parents have given is not the only dream that i've set for me...people besides me have inspired me to think globally about the strangers around me.they are not strangers if we stop and listen to their stories.yes, maybe it sounds weird to do so. but i always think, that people we are living togethernow, once have been a stranger to our eyes...what makes us difference even when we have differences?are we really entitled to judge whenever the "first impression is important" policy came in action?i would like to agree with the impression thing before but now, actions is more important than what an impression would convey about an individual on the first sight.judgement raise assumption,whenever a person assumes, it would never turn pretty...human'sheart are full of tricks and lust but a pure heart of gold would never deny another's person chances and dignity differently.i may not be a perfect humanbeing, faraway to reach a Nobel Prize but i would love to care about this world and humanity as part of my living affairs...i may walk silently in front ofcrying child but in my heart, i would pray that He'll look after him...and if i have a might to lift a weak old woman, i would do so even when she refuse witha smile..i want to learn about their sufferings and happiness...teach me to be sincere and never back off of kindness...