reposted from the other blog
To still find something in your life to be happy about.
Like the new pair of shoes with the robot design you’ve customized yourself, this is something you should really be proud because a lot of people like it and are gracious with the compliment they give you.
Or the thought that an internet friend considers you as one of her most treasured friends online.
Or how this hundred peso coffee tastes good even if you’re too sleepy and it’s not really doing wonders to keep you up.
Or how being by yourself gives you more freedom to write all your thoughts without distraction or any censor from anyone else but you.
Or how you find it weird that before you left work your co-workers are stupidly discussing their sexual escapades and one was boasting about his sex video while the rest are trying to analyze why the video was seven minutes long. And you, you were trying not to mind them but you couldn’t help but still listen. And now you’re trying to write about it even if you think it doesn’t really make sense to you.
Or how your thoughts flow from one topic to another and wonder how you could string them all even if you’ve already lost your original train of thoughts.
Or pondering why you have this fixation with naming all your things and why sometimes it even stresses you when you can’t remember the future names for the things you’d like to own.
Or how good it feels to listen to the click clacking of your computer Matilda’s keyboard while you type your thoughts away.
Or how amazing it is to remember some of your past lives when suddenly something just snaps inside of you and then what happened before floods you over, making you remember and transporting you somewhere. But of course, you don’t really talk aloud about it, lest people around you find you weird (which you really are!).
Or now that you’ve had your fill of writing this piece, you would decide to unplug the socket, keep away your stuff and decide to head home.
No you won’t sleep yet, after you wash your face and brush your teeth and say your prayers, you would read until you find yourself drifting away without you realizing that your book has landed on your face and until then you finally turn off the lights and decide to really doze off.
So another day ends and you pray tomorrow morning when you wake up that the day does not go on like it did today. Or maybe even if it does, you would still finding something different about it.