Sincerely Yours
Date: Oct. 21, Friday, 2016.
From: John Divinagracia
To: Whoever reads this
My father told me that when he was a kid, a storm rampaged across the isles of the Philippines, and he thought it was the worst storm there was. 3 years ago, Yolanda whirled chaos upon the nation, descending it’s tears of death upon millions, and that typhoon was more powerful than the one my father endured when he was a child. And now, Bagyong Lawin rips the trees and homes of a hundred families in Luzon. The storms are strengthening throughout the years because of climate change, and those changes happen when industrial countries like Japan, America, Russia, China, and many others blow fowl elements on the Earth. Their sins towards Nature have caused suffering not only to the Philippines and it’s people, but other lands worldwide.
My father requested me to write this letter to ask why a man’s crimes caused another man’s pain. Why these powerful and advanced nations are not punished for the sins they themselves commited. But I will not do that. I will not kneel at the feet of unfair deities and beg them why the consequences are inflicted upon the innocent, while the guilty run wild and free. Others have asked these universal questions, and were answered by silence and lies.
Instead, I will fond a solution to the problem, the same way I would solve tests that the teachers in my school would give me. I will find others out there who are willing to make this world, their home, a better place; others who are brave and strong and smart enough to end the tyranny. Our ideas and minds will formulate answers to dilemmas, and our strength and wit will act out those schemes from beginning to end.
I write to tell everyone that I will help save the righteous, and destroy the malicious. Perhaps my efforts will be fruitless, perhaps I shall die a dishonorable death to soon. But at least I did something good in my life. At least I didn’t sit on a chair and wonder why all these horrible acts of injustice is happening.
I once thought, like so many others, that the world was a beautiful place to exist. It took me a long time to realize that it is a beautiful place, except dark forces threaten to take what I know and love away. And so, I will fight, and not because of fear, not because of love. I will not fight to avenge the saints who died for their children’s future.
I will fight because of their dreams.
And I swear to whatever power that controls me and the universe that I will do whatever deems necessary to keep those dreams alive, and the dreamers safe.
I promise.