Coffee Thursday
Ignoring the clock and having some realizations
The sun creeps in my window; I put a smile in my face with such a lovely greeting. It's been a week since the absence of her rays accompanied my waking up. The rain has been consistently boring and now it is with such vigor to start a brighter day. I open the blinds to welcome the warmth then jumped off the bed with excitement and hurriedly went downstairs straight to the kitchen to prepare my morning fix. My good old cup of coffee, black and smooth. If everybody is addicted to something, I call my addiction caffeine fixation. It seems strange but coffee is the first thing in the morning that comes into my mind. Nothing can substitute or surpass my coffee moments.
It is 7 in the morning the sun insinuates her glory and tells me I should start preparing for work. I chose to defy, I will be late today, I said to myself. I am enjoying this solitude in my front porch, with a warm cup of coffee and my cigarette. I rationalize my action; this is the one of the few lastingness in my life that money could not buy. Taking my space, ignoring time and simply finding my peace. I took a deep breath, inhaling the morning dew and listening to the music of the mahogany leaves dancing in the breeze, the birds add their melody, as the whole daylight orchestra in my front yard presents before me, I remain a humble observer. It is rare for me to witness this occasion, when most of the time I fail to acknowledge their presence for I am always in the rush to leave for work, now this is my sweet surrender.
I abandoned time; I know the clock ticks and summons me that I should be going. I argue with myself that I don't want to be controlled by those two hands that rotate around the numbers 1-12. It seemed all my life I have been following those orders, my daily routine of running over seconds, minutes and hours to be at a specific place do something. I always find myself running and chasing over something, appointments and meeting deadlines but now I leave all doubts to claim my existence. Frederich Nietzsche once said: No price is high to pay for owning yourself. I totally agree.
Sitting here I begin to think of the world outside my home. This minute I can imagine people heading to their destination. Rush hour and traffic along the worst roads in Iloilo. Literally, I describe the roads as worst, ruthless it may sound but traveling around the country, this city puts into a category where the local government should be embarrassed of the road conditions. Needless to say, the jeepneys are running junks with their unregulated fumes that pollute the environment. It always drag myself taking public transport, a journey to the city of Iloilo confronted by pot holes, garbage along the street and inhaling CO2 emissions, how dare these public officials fuss over trivial things like proposed convention center or aimless projects when they can't even provide people the basics of road security and proper garbage disposal. This is tasteless.
I crave for another coffee cup, indulging in my guilty pleasure as reality struck me in a blink of an eye. I should be at work now and as much as I want to stay in my comfort zone, the real world tells me to go ahead and face the music. Mad and different, the society can no longer implicate the perfect picture that all of us dream of. It will remain an unreachable task when our system and attitude stays the same. With this, I thank the good morning for a little piece of solitude; I forgive time and succumb once again to its dominion. I appeal to the Iloilo government officials to find light with their sense of purpose. Lastly, I said to myself that I should go out there and make a difference in a significant possible way.
I guess this makes our life interesting: keeping ourselves open, letting new experiences in, and changing our minds.
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