Saturday, June 10, 2006
What if our lives lasted only one day?
Morning is infancy. You wake up to a whole new world, sunlight piercing your vision. You stagger while making your first few steps away from the comfort of the bed, struggling to make sense of it all. By the time you reach the bathroom, you feel much more awake. Oh, so it's a new day.
Bathrom, education. You enter sleepily and unaware, and exit with your eyes wide open, refreshing water dripping down from your face. Soon, it dries and off you go to work, just like everyone else. You stare at them and they stare at you, the travelling time translating into seemingly endless boredom. Once you settle nicely into your cubicle, you work until 6pm. If you didn't finish that report, it's considered another unproductive day and you're looked down upon by your colleagues and boss.
1 report. 1 child.
6pm. 60 years old.
Lunch break. 1 hour. 60 minutes. 60 overseas vacations.
You get frustrated at the peak hour jam. 6.30pm and they still wanna $%#& with you? You just want to go home, have a good rest and enjoy yourself and watch tv, something you never could do while on the job, although you very much wanted to.
Once you arrive home, you feel restless. What the heck am I doing here watching tv when I can complete more work and please my boss?
Home. Retirement.
Work. Volunteer tuition teaching.
Boss. Conscience.
Suddenly, you feel tired. Your eyes begin to fail you and no matter how hard you try, you cannot keep them open. But there's work to be done, you complain. Still, your tortured eyes defy you, and you finally give in. Feeling
dead tired, you stagger over to the cosy, inviting matteress of your bed, and weakly you lay yourself out over the sheets, stretching comfortably.
With a final sigh, your eyes shut
forever... and the first smile of the day creases your face.
jOhn thought at 2:30 AM
