I had a lousy day today. I knew it from the moment I woke up. I just didn’t feel like working, and then without much effort my mind thought of a billion excuses to come up with, until everything was shrugged off by my mom's tantrums this morning .heheh So I decided to work, and didn’t get back after lunch. I feel like I was run over by a pison, or whatever it’s called. Crap, they’re going to fire me. Speaking of which, I think I won’t have to worry on that. It seems that the city hall is running out of funds and cutting their costs. They decided to resort to this scheme, which is confusing, but would probably work for the JOs. They’re going to have intermittent mass lay-offs and ill be on the list at mid-March. Man, talk about a break I definitely need. I don’t have anything against work. I love working, but i just don’t fit in there. Anyway, they’ll lose another writer, and it won’t really matter on their part, I am just a JO.
I was half alive when I decided to stall this afternoon and rode at the back of a tryke. I feel like puking and complaining, and the whining continues, until I saw an old man riding his bike in the middle of the national highway. He can get himself killed by doing that! Wearing a black shirt, brown pants, old slippers, and a red hat, he drove his bike 12 noon with a huge grin on his face. He seems very happy and content. I wonder what goes around his brain, or what was he thinking. Even with all the dust and rocks floating around the road- probably getting into his mouth and eyes, he looks very happy and doesn’t seem to be complaining. And at that moment, I envied him. How can he afford to be jolly despite the fact that he’s just riding a bike, haven’t had lunch yet, and could die any moment a bus hits him.
I remember my mission. It was the only time of my life that I was happy, not that I am happy, but because I see other people being blessed and happy because of something I have given them. Then I have learned that real happiness does not necessarily come from getting something, but it is sometimes more of giving something. Its not when you think about yourself, but it’s when you think of other people before yourself. I used to remember, it would take me a full hour to pray on my bed and I would pray for my investigators one by one by their names . So the longer I stay in an area, the longer my prayers take.
I think that was the only moment in my life that I shared that bike with that old guy I saw today.
I was half alive when I decided to stall this afternoon and rode at the back of a tryke. I feel like puking and complaining, and the whining continues, until I saw an old man riding his bike in the middle of the national highway. He can get himself killed by doing that! Wearing a black shirt, brown pants, old slippers, and a red hat, he drove his bike 12 noon with a huge grin on his face. He seems very happy and content. I wonder what goes around his brain, or what was he thinking. Even with all the dust and rocks floating around the road- probably getting into his mouth and eyes, he looks very happy and doesn’t seem to be complaining. And at that moment, I envied him. How can he afford to be jolly despite the fact that he’s just riding a bike, haven’t had lunch yet, and could die any moment a bus hits him.
I remember my mission. It was the only time of my life that I was happy, not that I am happy, but because I see other people being blessed and happy because of something I have given them. Then I have learned that real happiness does not necessarily come from getting something, but it is sometimes more of giving something. Its not when you think about yourself, but it’s when you think of other people before yourself. I used to remember, it would take me a full hour to pray on my bed and I would pray for my investigators one by one by their names . So the longer I stay in an area, the longer my prayers take.
I think that was the only moment in my life that I shared that bike with that old guy I saw today.
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