I finally have some time to pick up a book to read! It has been an incredibly tiring week. I don't know why. It's like I am constantly sleepy and hungry. Snoozing my alarm for 3 times in the morning, dozing off at work; man, it's like someone is sucking up all my energy. But I do feel slightly more alive at night, thank goodness. At least I still have the capacity to write something... Speaking of which, I totally need to get a new laptop. My-spacebar-is-getting-increasingly-annoying-because-it-fell-out-and-all-I-can-do-is-superglue-it-back. I might even have to finish this post in hyphens.
The weather is INSANE. It feels like I'm in a steamer all the time. Maybe this global warming and all is really catching up. I can't even wear a shirt out without sweating buckets. Fortunately, the weather this morning was pretty fine, but it seems that we never take the time off to appreciate these small things. Every morning I squeeze with a mosh pit of people who look like they hate what they're doing with their lives. People staring at their watches, and irritated that they have to shamelessly squeeze into the already congested cabin. When I get off to take a bus, I see people rushing across the streets to catch their bus, disregarding traffic rules and oblivious to the relentless sounds of horn at their hazardous behaviour. We all congregate at the bus stop vying for the shade, and some outliers smoking at the sides despite the morbid weather, but nobody ever speaks. There is always silence but the sound of traffic and monotonous beeping of ez-link cards.
I am not very proud of this but I must say I am almost falling asleep at this point in writing.
Anyways, back on track, I fear for the happiness of our people. In brutal honesty, we have never been the happiest of people to begin with. Accompanying a rapid increase in standards of living is the inevitable stress and sacrifice of time we all abhor. But as much as we loathe our everyday struggle, most of us have somehow come to terms with how it is a necessity for survival in this cold (not literally), expensive, and over-achieving city. For all we know all other cities may be the same, but we don't know, really, what living in other countries entails. So we're kinda stuck - clueless, option-less, begrudged, and well, unhappy.
Most people, if given the choice, would rather be a fashion model, a professional photographer, a successful author, a singer, a TV star, a travel blogger, a foodie, and many other indulgent careers that never seem to cease fascinating the masses. Because we know we enjoy these things. What more could you ask for, when what you love to do is what you do, and doing what you love actually makes you money, and work is like play, and play is like more play?
I seriously can fall asleep any second now.
To many of us, such is a dream of extreme distance. I, for one, know that we may not always be good at what we love doing. Some of us can't sing, and some of us can't dance, and there's nothing we can do about it. There is no "put your heart and soul into it and you will reap the results", because frankly, it will never happen. Such are the things where sadly, you either can, or you can't. We just gotta let it go and move on. But that doesn't mean that we should stop loving what we love. Even if we couldn't sing, we could explore record-producing, sound recording, and other peripherals of the music industry, because honestly, I don't think, at all, that Simon Cowell is an impressive singer himself.
Despite a heavy eyelid and a dreadful keyboard, I managed to finish this :D Looking forward to this wonderful weekend, and I hope you do too.
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