September 10, 2017
Sunday
My eyelids are falling. They would give up on me any moment. Today's activities are already taking the toll on my body. I feel so weak, so vulnerable.
I sat quietly holding my phone while my blue satchel bag is on my lap. My journey ride home feels like eternity. I observed my co passengers inside the jeepney, most of them have their kids with them. Kids, who don't have complicated problems like us adults. For this reason, I badly miss my childhood days.
It has been twenty six years and I already feel so old. And useless. I think of many things that I have to remind myself. That I should only focus on the things I can control. And stop dwelling to those I can't. Yet, it was a far cry. Because in my heart of hearts, I can't simply put aside that life is short and it seems I keep on wasting my time.
I wonder about the things I couldn't do. Things I want to do. And the things I should have not been doing.
In the end, all I just want is to go home. Lie down on my bed and sleep for quite a long long time..
Because life sucks and adulting is hard.
BINABASA MO ANG
A Teacher's Diary
Non-FictionThis is a collection of my thoughts, my random days journal, selected written outputs and literary pieces from various famous and infamous authors. Enjoy reading. ?
