you wake up bathing with sweat. even with your eyes still half close, your hand automatically reaches your phone. it already knows where your cellphone is, even if it already roamed your entire bed while you were fast asleep. you checked for some messages and missed calls. then reply to them with some sense. after realizing you are no longer dreaming, you get out of your bed and head to the toilet. after you're regime, you go back to your craddle and turn the television on. you scan for any interesting show in a typical noon. once settled, you open your laptop and check for any emails. you surf for a number of websites until your tummy pleads, thats your queu.you then decide to put in your slippers and hit the streets. you drag yourself in search for a place that you haven't eaten yet. but the choices are thin, especially if you are living in a place for most of your years.
after taming your stomach for a moment, you then return back home. while walking, you'll calculate how many hours left (like you usually do) before you need to go to work again. once you have determined it, you'll squeeze yourself out for something worthwhile doing. but the prize is as scarce as a diamond in a pile of broken glasses. so at the end, you find yourself forced to watch either a movie that you have already seen for the sixth time or daisy siete when worst comes to worst.by the time you need to prepare for work, that is the moment that you'll start bargaining for another 15 minutes with yourself. chances are, if the diligent ego wins, you will have an extra 30 minutes to smoke before going to work. but if the stubborn-you wins, you'll lose another 200 php for the taxi fare.then after a long day of work, you'll find yourself exhaustingly walking and commuting towards home alone. nothing in mind but to lay down on your bed and sleep until you never wake up. until you dream a small house infront of a beach, frames and frames of colorful canvasses, rolling terrains and two hands holding one another. but before you know it, you will open your eyes again and realize that you are bathing with your own sweat. there, the same cycle continues. you'll tell yourself that your routine seems to be endless.
***contentment is probably man's missing other half. almost everybody keeps on searching for it through material wealth, bodily pleasure, emotional stability and even intellectual satisfaction. but sometimes, once it is achieved, we will then realized that this is not the true contentment that we are looking for. thus, we look again.everybody is endlessly chasing it: without knowing that the path that we are taking is actually our own routines. nonetheless, everyone will agree, that not all of us have the same form of contentment. it may vary from one another. and for some of us, we even find our own contentments in the very routine that we are taking.
well, i just wish that i am one of them, who can live and loves their routine.