COULD IT BE?
I lived in a country where public trains play a vital role in an employee’s daily life. I, as person who does a day job in an office which is based in the busy city of Makati, Philippines, fully understands just how much. My workplace is five rides away from home so everyday, I have to endure riding two jeepneys before reaching the LRT station, ride once more (MRT Train, this time) and then ride another jeep again. You won’t believe how much sweat I shed by commuting everyday. Others might find it stressful. But not me.
I love it. Because long travel makes me think about things that don’t usually popped into my mind during short rides.
Just this Friday morning, a question suddenly entered my head. Right after watching people squeezed themselves into a train that was already crowded with passengers.
WHAT SHOULD WE DO WHEN WE ALREADY KNOW WHERE WE ARE GOING BUT CAN’T GET THERE BECAUSE THE TRAIN WAS TOO CROWD TO TAKE US IN?
Could it be, that sometimes the reason why we are not doing something to achieve our dream is because, secretly, we have this thought inside our head that goes like, “Goodness. I have so many things in my hand right now. I really want to work on that dream but where does it fit in?”
Or perhaps we are just afraid to take a step that would somehow makes us a little odd from the people around us?
I remember myself when I was almost tempted to forget my dream because I was too busy on my day job. I wake up early and go home late everyday. There are even times when I unconsciously carried the stress from work to sleep. (One time, I dreamed about being fired by my boss because I fail to submit a file on the deadline.) I cannot find time to write during weekends either. I don’t know why, but my body seems to shutdown on its own. All it wants to do is to sleep the exhaustion away.
“Maybe I’m not meant to be a writer.” I told one of my closest friend when she asked me about the website I’ve working to build for my works.
“I thought writing makes you happy?” She asked.
I looked down. “Yes. But things aren’t running smoothly at the office right now.”
“Then keep writing.”
I stared at her unbelievably. Whoah. That’s so easy to say.
But then she grinned at me and said, “Didn’t you say that the world you create when you’re writing is your safe place? Don’t let it get ruined then. Protect it.”
In a way, she’s right. Don’t we all have to protect what keeps our soul alive?
Thinking about it was what motivated me to write my new poem—The Alice Who Had Never Been to Wonderland
PS: The writings on the photo was a part of that poem. I have a beautiful hand, yes? *grins*