It has yet been another day, I woke up staring at the same familiar yet unfamiliar ceiling at this new town where I got my job, wondering to myself, can I still do it? It has been five months since I was employed but it strangely feels like a year to me. “Love your job” they say, but I thought, it’s not that I don’t love my job, it’s just that I found myself getting more and more tired and exhausted doing the job. After all no matter how much we love something, we could always feel fatigue and exhaustion, it’s not like we could use love as a shield to avoid this feelings.
Similar thoughts kept running to my mind when my phone rang and saw that it was a call from my mother. Elated to have the call, I answered immediately to be greeted good morning by the mother I haven’t seen for five months now. “Kumusta?” she asked, it feels good to have someone check up on you every once in a while, it has been the charger of my draining life. It was a warm and nice conversation until we get the point where we talked about our current financial situation; mountains of debt, my brothers’ tuition and allowance, medicines for my relatives and a lot more expenses that couldn’t be covered by my monthly salary no matter how thrift I’ve been using my money. “I’ll help find a way” is all I could say.
With this thought in mind, I got up from bed, took a bath, and proceeded immediately to work, after all no matter how tired I am from working, my responsibilities won’t ever get tired of chasing me. It has been another day indeed, another same day.
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