I had equated myself to a leader, for it had been my calling. But it had took a lot of sacrifices to accomplish a battle. A battle that I had never expected that will give me a burn-out.
It was eight o’clock in the morning, I was in a hurry. Every seconds counts of my life is important, thus, I have to run as fast as I could just to be early. The sweat flowing through my body has never been my worry. I might smell bad, but I am carefree.
However, as I had expected, the output will never happen without me. No matter how much I will request or command them, if my existence isn’t visible, it’s worthless. Am I an unworthy leader?
It was the day that I am longing for fun and enjoyment, but I expected wrong, I’d never wanted this activity to happen again or so, I don’t want to pull every people again.
Ball games, as fun as anyone could ever imagine. There aren’t any age limits so anyone can play, as long as you keep all the laugh, the smiles, and the joy around. But for me, it is one of the stressful chapters of my existence.
I carried this and that. I went here and there. I run. I am all in a hurry. My breathing isn’t normal anymore, but I’d never bothered my tiredness, because I have a duty to attend to. However, seeing my mates enjoy their Intramurals makes me envy. It was that damn food stall, I’m worried about. If only the responsibility wasn’t bestowed in me, I could have escaped, but I can’t. There is this crown I’m wearing entitled “I should be RESPONSIBLE.”
This sucks, it lengthens my patience of course but it's killing my temper in the inside.
Days had passed and the activity had ended, but it was the start of the virus to infect me. A virus that had nearly killed my whole system. If this was all the fruit of all my hardships from that damn activity, then I would like to resign to my responsibility. For my health matters most, more than the perks of that activity. I’ve got it all finished, but I also got beaten of that disease.
