It’s a new day, a typical new day with old woes. But what’s nice with the dawning of a new day is the promise that comes with it. So I tell myself: “Keep the faith, the old bag of jokes that always worked, just in case, and hold on to things that matter.”
I expect a day filled with paperwork, research, a stiff neck and tired fingers typing, but I’ll be playing Chris Christian’s songs in the background, or Avalon’s and my day will be filled with work and music and my life will be less dreary.
I’ll be thinking about the holiday that I will spend hanging out with my siblings in Baguio, but even where I would be all day, I will smell the scent of pine trees as I ascend the Kennon Road of my childhood (even though in reality it would just be a mount of documents).
At the end of the day, I would thank God that I made it alive to the mountain of evening where the sun will be earliest felt come the next day. Perhaps I’d go to the mall with my sister and meet with our parmigiana de sbarro, or perhaps, meet with him. Either or neither of the two will do.
Life is delicious.
october 13, 2009
