I had so many dreams as a kid. I wanted to be: a teacher, a doctor, an engineer. There are days, like today, when I wonder—whatever happened to that little boy? Maybe, around the time I took the fiftieth call, he had already drowned—drowned by things he needed to do for the customer.
I would have loved to talk to him if there were any chance. Perhaps he could understand why I did not become a teacher, a doctor, or an engineer. Perhaps he could understand why my dreams are no longer that central to my happiness. Perhaps he would understand because, after all, he agreed that I take over from him several years ago.
There will come a day when I would have to leave this life. Till then, I would have to forget how it is to have lunch under the sun. Till then, I would have to forget the dreams of this little boy who I once was.
Sleep is calling me, and maybe that explains all this sadness—all this effort to write in English makes me want to puke—why can’t I no longer just speak in Filipino?
Yesterday, I finally realized what disappoints parents all over the world—yesterday, I got pissed off with my bank card—but come payday, everything seemed all right. It’s like your prodigal son coming home after years of being away.
At least—I think I can be a good father to—my bank card.
*translated from Citybuoy's original Filipino, posted three years ago
6 comments:
It must be liberating to be happy without dreams.
at first i was like this seems familiar. like i wrote something like it before. and then i realized...and then i was like huwow! haha it seems like a lifetime ago. haha
i wrote this three years ago when i was still struggling with being in the call center industry. thank you for breathing new life into it.
hot
oh may tagalog post pala si Nyl bukod sa "alaala ng daga' : D
yan at sa kanyang pakikipag niig sa ipis... hahahahahahaha
woah, 2007? nice nice ^_^
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