Early rise early ride. In their carabaos there they lied. All day, they strive to gain grains, to gain living and to fight the microcity of hope and diligence. They were an everyday hero, to their family and to all of us. They say they were all born unfortunate, but the truth is... they are actually fighters. Our beloved farmers who bore their lives at the field plowing and loving. Struggling and surviving.
A farmer is someone not to be ashamed of. He is also a father, a parent, a friend and a best friend who ignores the aches and believes in true living. They were under field survivors, but sometimes, no one ever notices their worth, their chance and their privilege. Beneath their arrows are the waves of humanity and simplicity which cannot be estimated by the rags they wear nor the muds they're dwelling everyday. The sweat that fills the stomach and the love for their family. That is how a simple farmer becomes a man.
An engineer, doctor, architect, astronomer nor president may be considered as heroes. But the one that sustains the living and obtains the picture of simplicity and humbleness are the farmers who engaged their lives with the art and the privilege that GOD has made.
"For them the world is as big and wide as a field, the world is full of colors that makes their hopes and humor as a simple bit terrible part of beings.
Yes, we really need them. But sadly, here in our country, farming is being degraded by a lot of people. It's like being a farmer is such a shameful job, when in fact, we eat the product of their hardwork everyday. I'm currently taking up BS Agricultural and Biosystems Engineering, so I hope someday I could make a change in the Agricultural Sector.