Stables and Mangers
(Was supposed to post this last night, but I never got to finish the entry)
So I really thought I was gonna spend the entire evening just laughing the incident off. People from work were even surprised that I was coping with it rather well. And at some point, I too was convinced that I wasn't gonna be affected one bit.
Until I talked to my Achi Joyce over the phone and realized that Kyle's gift was inside the luggage as well.
Until the night became silent and I started looking for my external hard drive for music.
Until the caffeine started to lose its effect.
It's not even about the clothes nor the shoes nor the vanity bag (haha). I believe I'm mature and man enough to let go of such luxuries. I was also able to convince myself that the business cards and the work notebook weren't that important, anyway.
Why, I've even started to accept the fact that there's a chance I won't be seeing my trusty 'ol point-and-shoot ever again.
What hit me the most was the fact that all of my family, R2, and work memories were saved into the external hard drive. Never mind the TV episodes, never mind the mp3s, never mind the games. I'm just saddened that some of those ultra-rare moments caught on cam might already be lost forever.
To top things off, the depression that's starting to creep into me is probably a result of the guilt I'm feeling - guilt from feeling bad during the most wonderful time of the year. I know it's just a natural reaction for anyone to feel down after what happened, and I'm sure it's totally fine w/ Jesus Christ; but when you zoom out to look at the bigger picture, this is just some shallow shit.
I guess that's His will, then. Maybe I've been too caught up with the material blessings that He decided to simplify my life a bit. Perhaps the consecutive "ups" in my life have made me arrogant. Ok, that was probably too harsh. I dunno, I think God just wanted me to really get a feel of what Christmas should be about?
So I've realized that no, I won't allow myself to not be fine. Sure, tears are still welling up from my eyes, but life has to go on.
Christmas has to go on.
I've waited 364 nights for this, so no, I won't allow my favorite moment of the year to be ruined just like that. I'm gonna spare you the some-people-don't-even-have-food-on-their-tables spiel, but just on a final note, I seriously think I still have a lot more to be thankful for at the end of the day.
I'm home. I'm with my family. I'm communicating with my friends via cellphone and the net. In the absence of material belongings, I've somehow learned to focus on what matters most.
Merry Christmas everyone. You guys rock.
So I really thought I was gonna spend the entire evening just laughing the incident off. People from work were even surprised that I was coping with it rather well. And at some point, I too was convinced that I wasn't gonna be affected one bit.
Until I talked to my Achi Joyce over the phone and realized that Kyle's gift was inside the luggage as well.
Until the night became silent and I started looking for my external hard drive for music.
Until the caffeine started to lose its effect.
It's not even about the clothes nor the shoes nor the vanity bag (haha). I believe I'm mature and man enough to let go of such luxuries. I was also able to convince myself that the business cards and the work notebook weren't that important, anyway.
Why, I've even started to accept the fact that there's a chance I won't be seeing my trusty 'ol point-and-shoot ever again.
What hit me the most was the fact that all of my family, R2, and work memories were saved into the external hard drive. Never mind the TV episodes, never mind the mp3s, never mind the games. I'm just saddened that some of those ultra-rare moments caught on cam might already be lost forever.
To top things off, the depression that's starting to creep into me is probably a result of the guilt I'm feeling - guilt from feeling bad during the most wonderful time of the year. I know it's just a natural reaction for anyone to feel down after what happened, and I'm sure it's totally fine w/ Jesus Christ; but when you zoom out to look at the bigger picture, this is just some shallow shit.
I guess that's His will, then. Maybe I've been too caught up with the material blessings that He decided to simplify my life a bit. Perhaps the consecutive "ups" in my life have made me arrogant. Ok, that was probably too harsh. I dunno, I think God just wanted me to really get a feel of what Christmas should be about?
So I've realized that no, I won't allow myself to not be fine. Sure, tears are still welling up from my eyes, but life has to go on.
Christmas has to go on.
I've waited 364 nights for this, so no, I won't allow my favorite moment of the year to be ruined just like that. I'm gonna spare you the some-people-don't-even-have-food-on-their-tables spiel, but just on a final note, I seriously think I still have a lot more to be thankful for at the end of the day.
I'm home. I'm with my family. I'm communicating with my friends via cellphone and the net. In the absence of material belongings, I've somehow learned to focus on what matters most.
Merry Christmas everyone. You guys rock.