Few days ago,
After a long and exciting chat with my friend — may the force be with you, I went to bed, wrapped myself up with a comforter — it is now cold here and I am alone, closed my eyes, (is there anybody sleeping with eyes wide open? ha ha ha), and hoped that I would fall into a blissful sleep.
Hours passed, and still, I was awake.
Thoughts came coming in and inundated my small brain. Some were non-sense, useful, bad and good, and a hodgepodge of bizarre, hazy and dreary thoughts. At the end of it all, one thought, a question, jammed.
WHAT NOW myepinoy?
At that very moment of cold and quiet, it was very obvious that the answer was, I want that sleep now! Without a doubt, at two in the morning, all I needed was a sleep because the day ahead is full. It is called work that sometimes I have mistaken it for as my life.
At some point,
When asked what is the synonym of life, I answered, it is work. Yes, work is life and who could say life is different than work or better than that. In this world that we live in, work occupies most of our waking hours. Unless you are incapable, inutile or bed ridden, the meaning would not change.
I am living my life — I am working. The thing that could humble you down and makes you thankful that you are alive and kicking.
Am I getting older or growing older? What now? It is so sad.
Little things console us because little things afflict us. – Blaise Pascal
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