Stagnation of the thoughts and the wish to unclog some pipes within my mind allowed my tight budgeted schedule to purchase some time off and sit down to write something on this column. Not that it really is affordable but like in a three day sale where people are in a state of panicked-buying, it has been agreed by the council and league of consultants within my mind that it is now the time to invest and buy some limited stocks of time to be used for funding this humble page of nonsense and self-centeredness--while there are still stocks available.
It has been a while since I last wrote on this page (took about 4 months or so since the last one) and as usual, the cobwebs of the mind are still hanging and sticking to the walls of the membranes which maybe sapping every idea that may have developed (or at least still developing) through the four months interval. I figured that reading some books may keep the cobwebs from gathering--and I was right, though not entirely. It may not be in an alarming rate, but the webs and cobs would still accumulate. And four months isn't a short period of time especially for someone who doesn't have any proper education on English Writing. So here I am now, giving a very long introduction to let the flow of words circulate my system first, very much like a stretching routine for joggers and athletes. Blood needs to flow and so does words.
And in four months time that I wasn't able to grace the pages of this HTML and javascript concoction, what have I been doing?
Focusing on my job?
Nah! Focusing yes, but not on the current job, but on a career path.
How it came to that was thankfully to the lame ass job that I got in right now. If it hasn't been for the countless tickets that I created; if it wasn't for the endless cycle of resetting passwords for the very dumb users of the company's domain; if it wasn't for the side by side priority issues that I have handled (which was lovingly "praised" by none other than my egotistical, pompous, self-gratifying boss *sarcasm intended if it wasn't obvious enough*); if it wasn't for my dominatrix of a boss (mind you he's a guy), I would never have clicked on that small blue "E" icon on the desktop and typed the word "teaching jobs" on the net to reveal a whole new hope for people like me who has swayed away from the straight path and ended up in circles.
Let me relate something:
There was a boy, lost on a dry and dusty road. At first he wasn't at all that lost since the road was just a straight path from where he can see it. For some time, he trod on the road and on some occasion, would shelter on some nearby trees when the need rises. After a while, he stumbled upon a fork on the road. One was going left, the other one going right. He saw at the right path, numerous people prancing around and happily whistling as they walk along. He examined the left side and he saw a dark road though no hint of fear embraced him. Enticed by the gaiety of the right path, he trudged towards that way and engaged along with the prancing. As he pranced, he glanced to his left and right and saw that most people were moving along and were now wearing a different kind of face. He looked up and about and saw some object on the road. He saw a face smiling brilliantly with red cheeks and white teeth. It has been discarded. Fearing it might happen to him also, he urged himself to go back, but he was clueless on how to get back being busy with the prancing and whistling while walking along the road. So, instead of going back, he moved forward. As he continue on, evidence of any happiness was nowhere to be seen on the latter part of the road. Near a clearing, beside the road he tripped on large rocks, bruising his knees and feet. As he bent down to examine his knee, he wasn't aware that another prancing man was passing along and bumped onto him, sending him rolling down the clearing and straight to a small lake. The prancing man carried on and paid no attention to the boy as he whistled gaily, swaying his arms in full length. Meanwhile the boy clambered to his feet and went on the bank to try to dry himself. He remembered his injury and immediately went to the water to wash it. As he bent down, he saw a reflection of a tired man in front of him. He reached out to him on the water and it seemed to him that the tired man was reaching out to him also.
He gasped! He hurried out of the water and went on to the road again. He shuddered every now and then but would immediately put up a stern face and increase the pace of his strides. He moved forward taking a right turn at every fork that he see. After a long while, he reached the familiar fork where he had made his big decision. Right in the middle of the fork, there was this dilapidated sign that was barely readable because of the dust. He tried reading what was written on the sign but it seems that hope was gone for the wooden sign. He dropped his body on the ground and let his back rest on the pole of the sign and heaved out a very long sigh. All of a sudden, he felt a coldness on his face. He felt it with his palm. His eye widened and looked immediately at his soiled hands. No doubt--a trace of dark brownish color confirmed what he thought. He raised his palms in the air and soon after, droplets of rain poured down and washed the soil that clung to his wearied body. The boy stood up and drank the rain with his whole essence and pranced around the wooden sign. After the rain, the sun's rays caressed the boy's nape and bathed him with a light that seems to signify his rebirth. He turned about to get ready to tread the left path when he saw the wooden sign. The dust being washed, revealed the words beneath it.
Right for prancers
Left for non-prancers
The boy smiled at the sign and with a last effort as if to thank the wooden board, he polished it with his sleeves before setting off. On the road, he saw a clear puddle made by the rain. He looked into it and saw the man that he saw on the lake but now, the weariness has been erased. He stared at the man for a while, reaching out to him as the man reached back. Their fingertips touched sending ripples--but not on the puddle.
There are many of us who would be in the same situation right now. Especially for those who are quite undecided for themselves, they let society do the decisions for them. There has always been an unspoken truth: If everybody's doing it, then it must be the right thing. While it is an exaggeration to say "everybody", you can surmise that once most of the people are doing it, it might be the right thing for each and everyone. If someone prances along while wearing a tank top and laced panties on the street while screeching Wannabe by Spice Girls and then everybody soon imitates that jerk, it doesn't mean that you'll have to be in it also. It's not my position to dictate to you if you want to do that but in a subjective way of speaking (that is, my opinion matters here), you wouldn't catch me doing that, covert or overt. I'd say, take the left path. If there are any other paths there that might lead to your proper destination, then by all means, take those. Do not choose a road has been leveled enough by the feet of millions of people that the erosion is making it's way to the subsoil. Remember, the topsoil is where the nutrients for plants are most found. If you're planning to plant a tree of success, subsoil, as it is mostly sand, can't hold your plant much more your tree. It'd be stunted due to lack of nutrients and be easily torn away from it's root.
It has been a while since I last wrote on this page (took about 4 months or so since the last one) and as usual, the cobwebs of the mind are still hanging and sticking to the walls of the membranes which maybe sapping every idea that may have developed (or at least still developing) through the four months interval. I figured that reading some books may keep the cobwebs from gathering--and I was right, though not entirely. It may not be in an alarming rate, but the webs and cobs would still accumulate. And four months isn't a short period of time especially for someone who doesn't have any proper education on English Writing. So here I am now, giving a very long introduction to let the flow of words circulate my system first, very much like a stretching routine for joggers and athletes. Blood needs to flow and so does words.
And in four months time that I wasn't able to grace the pages of this HTML and javascript concoction, what have I been doing?
Focusing on my job?
Nah! Focusing yes, but not on the current job, but on a career path.
How it came to that was thankfully to the lame ass job that I got in right now. If it hasn't been for the countless tickets that I created; if it wasn't for the endless cycle of resetting passwords for the very dumb users of the company's domain; if it wasn't for the side by side priority issues that I have handled (which was lovingly "praised" by none other than my egotistical, pompous, self-gratifying boss *sarcasm intended if it wasn't obvious enough*); if it wasn't for my dominatrix of a boss (mind you he's a guy), I would never have clicked on that small blue "E" icon on the desktop and typed the word "teaching jobs" on the net to reveal a whole new hope for people like me who has swayed away from the straight path and ended up in circles.
Let me relate something:
There was a boy, lost on a dry and dusty road. At first he wasn't at all that lost since the road was just a straight path from where he can see it. For some time, he trod on the road and on some occasion, would shelter on some nearby trees when the need rises. After a while, he stumbled upon a fork on the road. One was going left, the other one going right. He saw at the right path, numerous people prancing around and happily whistling as they walk along. He examined the left side and he saw a dark road though no hint of fear embraced him. Enticed by the gaiety of the right path, he trudged towards that way and engaged along with the prancing. As he pranced, he glanced to his left and right and saw that most people were moving along and were now wearing a different kind of face. He looked up and about and saw some object on the road. He saw a face smiling brilliantly with red cheeks and white teeth. It has been discarded. Fearing it might happen to him also, he urged himself to go back, but he was clueless on how to get back being busy with the prancing and whistling while walking along the road. So, instead of going back, he moved forward. As he continue on, evidence of any happiness was nowhere to be seen on the latter part of the road. Near a clearing, beside the road he tripped on large rocks, bruising his knees and feet. As he bent down to examine his knee, he wasn't aware that another prancing man was passing along and bumped onto him, sending him rolling down the clearing and straight to a small lake. The prancing man carried on and paid no attention to the boy as he whistled gaily, swaying his arms in full length. Meanwhile the boy clambered to his feet and went on the bank to try to dry himself. He remembered his injury and immediately went to the water to wash it. As he bent down, he saw a reflection of a tired man in front of him. He reached out to him on the water and it seemed to him that the tired man was reaching out to him also.
He gasped! He hurried out of the water and went on to the road again. He shuddered every now and then but would immediately put up a stern face and increase the pace of his strides. He moved forward taking a right turn at every fork that he see. After a long while, he reached the familiar fork where he had made his big decision. Right in the middle of the fork, there was this dilapidated sign that was barely readable because of the dust. He tried reading what was written on the sign but it seems that hope was gone for the wooden sign. He dropped his body on the ground and let his back rest on the pole of the sign and heaved out a very long sigh. All of a sudden, he felt a coldness on his face. He felt it with his palm. His eye widened and looked immediately at his soiled hands. No doubt--a trace of dark brownish color confirmed what he thought. He raised his palms in the air and soon after, droplets of rain poured down and washed the soil that clung to his wearied body. The boy stood up and drank the rain with his whole essence and pranced around the wooden sign. After the rain, the sun's rays caressed the boy's nape and bathed him with a light that seems to signify his rebirth. He turned about to get ready to tread the left path when he saw the wooden sign. The dust being washed, revealed the words beneath it.
Right for prancers
Left for non-prancers
The boy smiled at the sign and with a last effort as if to thank the wooden board, he polished it with his sleeves before setting off. On the road, he saw a clear puddle made by the rain. He looked into it and saw the man that he saw on the lake but now, the weariness has been erased. He stared at the man for a while, reaching out to him as the man reached back. Their fingertips touched sending ripples--but not on the puddle.
There are many of us who would be in the same situation right now. Especially for those who are quite undecided for themselves, they let society do the decisions for them. There has always been an unspoken truth: If everybody's doing it, then it must be the right thing. While it is an exaggeration to say "everybody", you can surmise that once most of the people are doing it, it might be the right thing for each and everyone. If someone prances along while wearing a tank top and laced panties on the street while screeching Wannabe by Spice Girls and then everybody soon imitates that jerk, it doesn't mean that you'll have to be in it also. It's not my position to dictate to you if you want to do that but in a subjective way of speaking (that is, my opinion matters here), you wouldn't catch me doing that, covert or overt. I'd say, take the left path. If there are any other paths there that might lead to your proper destination, then by all means, take those. Do not choose a road has been leveled enough by the feet of millions of people that the erosion is making it's way to the subsoil. Remember, the topsoil is where the nutrients for plants are most found. If you're planning to plant a tree of success, subsoil, as it is mostly sand, can't hold your plant much more your tree. It'd be stunted due to lack of nutrients and be easily torn away from it's root.
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