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silver bench
Posted by poeticnook
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7/06/2005 02:11:00 AM
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poetic license
once upon a time i used to work at the 39th floor of a tall building along paseo de roxas. it was a structured place of security cards and coat and ties. i sat in a room with big windows looking out across ayala avenue. it was my dream workplace.
when i was young i told my mom that someday i would work in one of the tallest buildings in makati, it doesn't matter if i was only a window washer or a satellite cleaner, as long as i could stand up there and look at the rest of the city like little toys in my kuya's lego collection.
my wish came true last year. i was happy for a while. but i doubt if we human beings were really meant to be happy and contented with the little dreams we used to strive for back when we were kids. maybe we are designed to be a little bit discontented with everything. discontentment after all is the forerunner of innovation. yada yada!
anyway, i left my dream three months ago. and not once did i look back. up to now people from up there are calling me to go back, to give it another chance, to make things work. but i don't want to make ends meet anymore. i have to concede, being a window washer is lots of fun, i enjoyed the view, it was good while it lasted. but maybe i'm just not meant to be in high places. perhaps for once, i should put both my feet on the ground.. and stay there.
this rhyme is for the silver bench that still sits on that building's lobby, waiting for more guests to share their stories.
"this silver bench, a solemn thing
of empty promises and broken wings
of tears we cry and joys we sing
and mournful sighs that heart break brings"
04.08.2004.7:03.p.m.
when i was young i told my mom that someday i would work in one of the tallest buildings in makati, it doesn't matter if i was only a window washer or a satellite cleaner, as long as i could stand up there and look at the rest of the city like little toys in my kuya's lego collection.
my wish came true last year. i was happy for a while. but i doubt if we human beings were really meant to be happy and contented with the little dreams we used to strive for back when we were kids. maybe we are designed to be a little bit discontented with everything. discontentment after all is the forerunner of innovation. yada yada!
anyway, i left my dream three months ago. and not once did i look back. up to now people from up there are calling me to go back, to give it another chance, to make things work. but i don't want to make ends meet anymore. i have to concede, being a window washer is lots of fun, i enjoyed the view, it was good while it lasted. but maybe i'm just not meant to be in high places. perhaps for once, i should put both my feet on the ground.. and stay there.
this rhyme is for the silver bench that still sits on that building's lobby, waiting for more guests to share their stories.
"this silver bench, a solemn thing
of empty promises and broken wings
of tears we cry and joys we sing
and mournful sighs that heart break brings"
04.08.2004.7:03.p.m.
