i may have just turned down my chance for a normal life. but what is normal? 
its has been a while since i had time for myself. i have been working for almost three years trying to be a productive citizen and a responsible son. and when im not working im busy trying cope up with the waking world. for i was a vampire, a being designated to assimilate itself at night to accomodate the needs of a nation that thrives in customer service.
i did not hate my job for it has given me a perspective that was not innately filipino. the pay alone was considerably rewarding. although, if your not careful you will get used to a routine that will eat you alive. so, i resigned after realizing that i have reached my saturation point. i have gathered enough information and learning experience that the work has to offer. i was reminded that there is more to life than pampering a nation of people who lives their lives through debt and credits. (hihihihih...)
i tried to live... i tried to survive... although i must admit, those years were not just all about work, i was lost. not until i resigned did i start to find myself. i was caught up in the routine that was slowly eating me alive. i was working to live and trying to stay human by keeping up with the life that exist apart from mine. it was a sick cycle that needed to be broken. i did. i resigned.
before, i often day dreamed of how it would feel to rest at night. i never thought sleeping in the stillness of the night would be sweeter than i imagined it would be. its even more intoxicating than i picture it to be. it was... it was! i revel in the experience, the freedom - no work, no calls, no waking up. i drink the wine of freedom for i have tasted it not for so long to the point that i almost forgot how intoxicating it is. i am enjoying this.
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its has been a while since i had time for myself. i have been working for almost three years trying to be a productive citizen and a responsible son. and when im not working im busy trying cope up with the waking world. for i was a vampire, a being designated to assimilate itself at night to accomodate the needs of a nation that thrives in customer service.
i did not hate my job for it has given me a perspective that was not innately filipino. the pay alone was considerably rewarding. although, if your not careful you will get used to a routine that will eat you alive. so, i resigned after realizing that i have reached my saturation point. i have gathered enough information and learning experience that the work has to offer. i was reminded that there is more to life than pampering a nation of people who lives their lives through debt and credits. (hihihihih...)
i tried to live... i tried to survive... although i must admit, those years were not just all about work, i was lost. not until i resigned did i start to find myself. i was caught up in the routine that was slowly eating me alive. i was working to live and trying to stay human by keeping up with the life that exist apart from mine. it was a sick cycle that needed to be broken. i did. i resigned.
before, i often day dreamed of how it would feel to rest at night. i never thought sleeping in the stillness of the night would be sweeter than i imagined it would be. its even more intoxicating than i picture it to be. it was... it was! i revel in the experience, the freedom - no work, no calls, no waking up. i drink the wine of freedom for i have tasted it not for so long to the point that i almost forgot how intoxicating it is. i am enjoying this.
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