12-year old suicide, death of dreams and hopes.

Few days ago, I have read in the newspaper, the suicide of a 12-year old girl from a barrio in Davao. The news hit me between my eyes. How does she view her life ( who almost devoid of experience to numb her senses of dire poverty) makes her think to end up her misery by hanging herself? Why the hopelessness has beset upon her like a beseeching tide at night?

In her diary, she is anticipating All Saints Day (Araw ng mga Patay), perhaps so that she could join those who have eternally rest in peace, and also perhaps rest her case of wanting and dreaming in futility. Does she realize that aiming to get a diploma and get out of a poveryt-stricken life is too impossible? According to reports, she even told her classmates not to come near her because she has a problem, they would never understand. A girl lost all her innocence and belief because her life had become unbearable to entertain any form of dreams. That fact alone is so sad to realize.

The tragedy is more than poetry. It is reality. A biting reality that few of us have heard. While we frolic our malls and splurge our money with uneccessary things, on the other side of a flamboyant malls, lies a poverty on its core. The death of the 12-year old girl is a microcosm of Filipino dearth, of enormous wanting. What have we done to deprive this girl education, which she all cries out?All she wanted is to go to school, perhaps a bicycle so that she does not have to spend on fares anymore. But none of us listened. None.

The entire system of education in the country is partly to be blamed--the corruption there.
I am not saying the government is to be blamed for every death of a poor Filipino, but looking closely, what have done to save the lives of these poor kids, who wanted decent education and a decent life? I can just imagine the great frustration she had, her loneliness.

I cannot think of any solution at this very moment, let our officials think of what they can do. Don't dare come think of 2010 elections, when you can't think how to solve all the problems we have. I am just so frustrated. What could be the solution to our problems, its like a maze.
One radio program I fond of listening said, "Filipinos have dysfunctional mental psyche", we think of too much poverty, we think of too much politics, we think of too much this and that, but have we done something to make this boat, stay afloat? None. Like what we did to many poor kids, silenced their mouths, or covered our ears, we have never done anything.

I feel frustrated and I feel guilty.