I’ll take you down the only road I’ve ever been down
You know the one that takes you to the places
where all the veins meet yeah
- The Verve. Bittersweet Symphony. 1997.
One of the mundane things that makes intercity travel wonderful is the many ironies that you get to see while in transit. From the dreamy images of people through the moist car window to the stark mirage of beauty in the filthy dilapidated abandoned city structures; a fancy is tickled.
Passing by a taxi bay at SM Mall Of Asia
Most of the time I find myself in a deep thought of what all these people, during the early morning rush hour, think about. Everybody walks relentlessly.
“I want to book that flight to Seoul soonest.” … “What time is it? Can I make it?”… “I want to quit my job. I have to find a new one soon.”… “The bills are due on Friday.”… “My folks need my help.”
Millions of thoughts fill the streets as the surging traffic of people contaminate their inanimateness. We all keep these raw, crude, yet sincere reasons to move forward behind stern gazes. Often we would dismiss all of these as irrelevant, to hide guilty pleasures. And in my case, one of which is weakness. In a corporate jungle there is no room for errors. Well at least less than 3 in a million, in Six Sigma terms. I have always been taught to keep emotions at the minimum, and be the best gentleman I can ever be. Given a million opportunities to be one, I can only take a break thrice. And I guess, most people can relate to it. When was the last time you did something for the first time? I have always asked that question to people I train and mentor during introductions. It’s a query of one’s special moment of vulnerability. And failure, in this case, is always a half-chance.
Time and time again, failure begets depression. And depression begets aggression. The latter being a more politically correct term than hate. The more that one is in this state, the more disabling it will be. But then again, life does not stop; hence, this creates friction. It doesn’t heal wounds; but it wounds heels. My affair with failure has always been bittersweet. I have learned that a pair of better walking shoes will keep one going, and make him or her worry less about the pain.
Pedro Coffee Brogues
I also find it useful to have time to contemplate on what’s next beneath the warm yellow street lights. It reminds me of those days when I was young. The promise of better things. The promise of happier days. The promise of happy endings.
Nicotine fix at Canyon Woods, Tagaytay City
The haze that keeps my mind temporarily off from the maze. And when it’s time to go back, my tools are always ready.
Patterns by Cho Vittorio Iago
Little Black Book: Muji, Felt-tip pen: Kuretake, Stainless Steel cuff-links: SM Department Store, Marlboro Lights 10s
And when insanity strikes at midnight, take a pick….
… you can always give in. McDonald’s Extra Large Fries + Hot Fudge = The Real Guilty Pleasure.
*How about you? What’s your guilty pleasure?