a little past 8 A.M.
i was having breakfast at jollibee when i heard michael buble singing "save the last dance for me." well, he definitely made my day. i don’t know why that song never fails to give me a smile. it definitely woke me up. i barely had two hours of sleep today to finish an assignment.. it’s probably because it’s such a nice song to dance to. or i’m just such a sucker for artistically/musically inclined people. i easily swoon over xys who play the guitar or who can carry their two feet on the dance floor. or heck, i just love to have the chance to dance to that tune even with my two left feet.
a little past 2:30 P.M.
i received a message saying this: "people should be able to sniff loneliness from a mile away, shouldn’t they? sometimes i think work helps drown sadness. but then nothing could be sadder than having nothing but work to live for…"
hmmm… there were additional lines after that and goddess you made me feel loved. yet, that’s not what struck me the most <although, i was happy that you said those unmentioned lines. affirmations of any form are always a welcome break>. it was the above lines that made me think. is it the story of my life???? is work all i have to live for? is it even worth it to be slaving one’s ass and yet unable to share the fruits of the labor to the very person whom you know can give you the best smile?
a little past 5 P.M.
i was reading an ethan hawke book and came upon a question; why aren’t people satisfied with who they are?
that gave me pause.
yeah. why aren’t people satisfied with who they are? people become unhappy with their lives because the things they currently have simply aren’t enough. people tend to look for what’s not on their table. there’s always the desire to have some more. acquire more and be somebody. one has got to have the newest phone model. one has to step on foreign land as roaming the philippine islands is no longer as exciting as first discovering the beauty that is traveling. one gets a raise and still the extra money isn’t enough to get one to enjoy the lifestyle that he has convinced himself he deserves.
i don’t have an answer to the question. i’m wondering about it myself. i try to tell myself that i should be thankful for what i am and what i have. however, the human that is me is as stubborn as a two year old. i simply need to have more. more time for myself. more money to roam the world. more money to help those whom i could give assistance. more load to my timezone card. more projects to get me to achieve my goals… more, more, more love.
