Tuesday, November 15, 2011
A Compromised Life
while hanging my clothes yesterday, can't help but think about the Manny Pacquiao saga. from a hand-to-mouth existence, now money is no object, but for what in exchange? a wife that you no longer recognize. whose ignorance and pettiness it takes the penchant for showbiz stars, plastic surgery and hermes bags to convey. does he ever see his children while playing the role of congressman, tv actor, endorser, and wanton playboy? does he ever really get to pray in the face of boxing practice, photo shoots and media events? who among his throng of friends and alalays could he really trust now? is his best friend around and still his best friend? in what ways does he miss his life of struggle yet quiet existence? what would he give to bring this back? what answers does he seek? does he ever ask these questions?