The same scene plays everyday. Clocks alarm. I hear sniffles that signify sickness. The fan continues to oscillate. Then the unenthusiastic sleepyheads sit up and leave behind yesterday as if it were a used sanitary napkin.You are made to use it once and reusing it would be utterly repulsive. The same scheme remakes itself day after day after day. Going against this flow is, well, as the wise king said: "Like running after the wind"
I no longer feel that nervousness to a maximum. It feels so much more relaxing now. Too relaxing. Maybe I am being carried in the wing's arms? Though there is nothing to carry. My ambitions lay down flat. I am doubting them now. Then I went to the Ateneo art gallery and saw that Rizal only knew sparse Spanish in college. I have a chance to improve! Will this be in the course of my wind ways?
I need deep time. I have not even given myself the chance to be truly happy. Everything so far was for the sake of analysis or some empty sense of living. Now...GIVE ME HAPPINESS (HOPE) and JOY and all that shiz. I just want to make this world....a better place---at least in the Ann parameter.
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