Today, I faced the morning half-awake although I came from a
beautiful slumber. It was an unusual routine for me having to battle with the
morning rush for work's sake. Two minutes before logging in, I got the chance
to view what the world looked like from the 26th floor, I said, 'Ah, yes,
this.'
It was one of the days when I needed to fulfill my job on a
site I personally prefer. This is Makati. This is the closest I can be to the
kind of day I would love to have an encounter with. I have basically lived in
the north and I knew fair enough this wasn't my turf.
But this is my idea of a corporate job I would rather have
in the absence of a choice, a whole stretch of avenue tiled with sky scrapers
at every corner. People in sharp business suits and the look and feel of being
at this spot, but connected to the world at the same time.
It was time for lunch when I decided to head out with just a
P100.00 bill on my pocket. I had no idea where this would take me or if this
would take me somewhere, but I still went on with the flock of people spreading
towards different directions. I didn't know who to follow, this was relatively a
whole new world for me. But I admire the idea of being there, of not knowing
where to go in a place I have always wanted to be in. So I walked under the
tunnel, crossed the streets not minding where I'm heading next but just merely
following the impulse I was feeling that moment. I randomly met a friend under
the tunnel who I haven't seen for years and it helped me gain some comfort of
the new place although I wasn't feeling anxious with the change at all. I think
it's the human nature to find comfort in something that's familiar. A quick
hello and I headed back with the flow. I finally felt the need for lunch so I
gave myself a quick meal, alone - something I was never fascinated about. But I
got the fondness to do it more often, when chance mandates, to make lunch by
myself as a merry moment. I was gently observing what's going on while the rest
of the people from the buildings around
were having lunch as well, I was looking at their faces. They were all talking,
however, I could not hear a thing of what they were saying, I saw them speaking
but to me they all appear mute, all I could hear were noises from the sum of
all their talks, simultaneously. And that's all right, I enjoyed the vibe in
that rushing moment.
So I glanced out and still feeling blissful of the idea of
finally being able to walk this street. After finishing my meal, I headed out
again for some stroll and I saw one tower who's shadow was leaning against me.
I stared bottom up. I realized I was there because I dream a dream only a few
had dreamed of, a dream that's unlikely possible for someone as neophyte as I
am, but I dared and having the courage to dream that dream has taught me so
much, in fact has brought me to here today. But looking at that tower,
something dawned on me. I am not done dreaming yet. For some, not to be
contented is a not-so-pleasant remark, but I take it as being hungry for what
is better. And I think that is something we need to instill within us, to not
settle for what is available, but to use what is available as a stepping stone
to reach greater heights, all because we deserve the best things in life.
This affirms, if you still don’t have the best things in
life, then it only means there's still room for things to get better. That’s
why we keep on dreaming.
