I’m writing down this blog because I’m about to doze off. It’s 3:39PM, it’s hot outside, like 30-32 degrees celsius. Sunlight peeks on the window blinds in the pantry. Construction workers, sweepers, traffic enforcers and street vendors are suffering under the sun to earn just enough to sustain their families’ needs, and here I am on my seat, in front of my computer, inside an air-conditioned office suite, waiting for 5PM so I can already go home, but still earning enough to sustain my daily
luxuries needs and to even buy 2 big bottles of Red Horse for my friend for his birthday celebration this weekend. Yes, this is how reality monster-bites.
I’m writing this blog unsure if there’s anyone in this world who bothers to read every single word of it. Well, it makes me sad how things turn out. I’ve stopped blogging about everything that happens to me every single day. My dreams for myself 5 years ago have changed to something different. I haven’t had what I really want to have because I’m too afraid to take risks. I think, then I procrastinate before I act… I am turning 25 7 months from now… I’m running out of time… 😦
I hope it rains. And I hope when it happens, I can just stay in my bed all day, make some realizations and do something about it when the sun shines again.
I’m not giving up. I have always prayed to God to give me all the strength and courage I need to face all the challenges He wants me to face. I guess He’s religiously giving it—I can still wake up in the morning with this—well, not really, but something like this:
“Hey, it’s a brand new day! I’m gonna seize it!”
Today is Wednesday. Tomorrow is another day. I wish I could write something better than this. x