Wednesday, March 21, 2012

It fucking hurts that I only some few years ago I told myself this: I work to live, Not live to work.

I probably been turning into the usual adult. Because at this point of my life, what I am doing is I live to work. It's sad. But if I don't go to work, I cannot live. I'd rather live working and still live. Than live not to work and die anyway.


I bet you haven't been to a remittance center, and you don't know exactly how's the transaction in there, and how much do they charge you when you send the quarter of your paycheck. 

I bet you haven't deprived yourself for a week to save up for a book.

I bet the you didn't bought those socks you are wearing now. 

I bet you have no idea how much a deodorant is.

I am paying for my own rent.

I feed myself.

If I don't go to work, I cannot survive.


Yesterday was payday. But the other day before that, I literally only got few pennies left in my wallet. I would only disappoint a pickpocket if I encountered one. 

We were born belonging to different kinds of circles. Some are similar circles. Some are total different. And others are connected circles. I was once part of an elite circle. But the wheel has turned in the very early stage of my life and that's when I was exposed to a different type of circle.

This changed has another impact on my father's life's  point of view. At the age of 10, I was shaped to be driven. I was molded to be an independent and strong minded individual.

We all have different types of circles that we live in. These circles could be your school, group of friends, your subdivision, your workplace, etc. Circles could also be how did your parents raised you, how your friends has influenced you, or how did the school you go to made you.

We all are have different shoes.

My parents couldn't take care of me now. I am old enough to take care of myself.
My parents paid for my tuition fees. I am earning enough now to pay their utility bills.



And you call us ungrateful?
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