Just another sunday
September 24, 2005 by estelaaque
It’s 1pm. My huge eyes are squinting due to the glare of the sun. I’m doing this blog under a tent right across a highway here in Iligan. I’m here exactly where I was yesterday, the only difference is that I’m sitting right now and doing something that I like - blogging.
Just a thought… is this really just another sunday? A year ago, it would be insane to imagine myself being right here right now. And yet, there’s nothing extraordinary about today. Why then do you call tomorrow a "new" day when at the break of dawn the "sameness" starts to creep in? Day in, day out i go through the motion of "living". Waking up, working, eating, sleeping, breathing, doing what needs to be done. How many out there are like me? Everyone I guess, at one point or another. Even without watching/reading The Dreamcatcher, I bet a lot still knows what SSDD mean.
My life doesn’t suck at all times. In some ways it’s even better that most. But still how terrible to think of life as going through the motion! So mechanical! What makes me different from a bottle of coke, travelling through the conveyor waiting for its turn to be filled up and dispatched? How can a day be different? I wish I knew…
So what’s my point? I’m getting a heat stroke! hahaha and i want water!!!!
at the end of the day we’re another day older - says victor hugo in les miserables.
so what? - says me.
at the end of each day, or say, at the beginning of each day, we foresee another end and the vicious cycle goes on till we get dizzied by its sameness, like what stella says. but coellho puts it in veronika decides to die, the monotony and routiness of life makes a full meaning out of it.
find a meaning out of a late sunday afternoon - the very time you think you have nothing to do. zilch, right? multiply that with several hundreds or thousands of sunday afternoons making up your lifetime without routine, without the mechanical motion of living and you end up with a life of nothing.
bottomline is, life’s full of shit and boring i-wake-up-brush-my-teeth-go-to-work-go-home-go-to-bed-routine but thank heavens! i got something to do to prove that i’m alive!
(would you believe im the one talking here? so contradicting with what i frequently tell you!)
preachy, am i not here? *wink*wink*
pardon me for sullying your mood here. i think you’re one nearest person i can relate with at work. you’re just the best person to detect when i wish i woke up on someone else’s bed rather than wake up on the wrong side of the bed.
bear with me.