Sunday, June 27, 2004
Just Another Manic Monday
If you've noticed, my blogs tend to be very weekday-centric, and it's not as if I intended them to be that way. It's just the way they turn out——subconscious stuff I suppose. You get out of bed, go through the mechanical motions of getting ready for going to office, drag yourself out. Tell yourself, "It's just another day", and there you have it.
What would I have done with my day, if it hadn't been "just another" one? Just another one sold out to someone else for a paycheck at the end of the month? That's it isn't it? Selling out my time and day and inclinations for my livelihood. Working day in and day out in hostile environments, doing inane stuff that's not going to take me anywhere...what is one to do? How is one to make any sense of these inanities that takes up more than 12 hours a day, 6 days a week...how is one to hang on to what really matters in life?
Career is one dirty word for me. I work for my family. I sell myself to the highest bidder. The day I wouldn't need to do that anymore, I'll happily kick all this away!
I'll cook and clean and look after my household. I'll read books, I'll spend time with my friends. I'll laze around on a hammock and count clouds in the sky. And most importantly I'll be there when my family needs me; without having to calculate how many paid leaves I have left.
Oh God grant me this luxury! For that is what it has become, a luxury to be able to spend time with your own.
What would I have done with my day, if it hadn't been "just another" one? Just another one sold out to someone else for a paycheck at the end of the month? That's it isn't it? Selling out my time and day and inclinations for my livelihood. Working day in and day out in hostile environments, doing inane stuff that's not going to take me anywhere...what is one to do? How is one to make any sense of these inanities that takes up more than 12 hours a day, 6 days a week...how is one to hang on to what really matters in life?
Career is one dirty word for me. I work for my family. I sell myself to the highest bidder. The day I wouldn't need to do that anymore, I'll happily kick all this away!
I'll cook and clean and look after my household. I'll read books, I'll spend time with my friends. I'll laze around on a hammock and count clouds in the sky. And most importantly I'll be there when my family needs me; without having to calculate how many paid leaves I have left.
Oh God grant me this luxury! For that is what it has become, a luxury to be able to spend time with your own.
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