Meeningfully

The past couple of weeks have been really hard to manage. Day on day, i find it extremely hard to get out of bed to go to work. Work has been piling up … and you could probably picture me hidden behind piles of documents and files… all waiting for me give them some tender loving care. But… while the world does not stop revolving because i feel like I am drowning, i wish i can just drop dead and maybe all will then end. As extreme as it may sound… that’s what i feel at the end of each day. What’s most unwelcoming is when some other selfish people threaten to take away what means so much to me in this job. With so little time on hand, i really don’t need to find myself fighting for other people’s job if everyone can just work together amicably. At times like this, I often wonder what’s life like on the other side. Don’t ask me which side…. any side will do.

While walking home from the train station, had lots on my mind. Saw a few bikes zoom pass me… and this brought back lots of memories for me. Memories of days when life was so much more simple… so much more carefree. Hubz & I used to go around everywhere on our humble super4. That’s our first vehicle together, and served us really well. Always looked forward to those nights when Hubz pick me up from work back to his home …… going against/with the wind, taking  away whatever troubles we had at that moment. Life was simple then…. work, home, sleep, eat….work again….home, sleep & eat. Work was simple… never needing to bring stuff back…. never finding myself embroiled in unnecessary office trouble. Progression takes away all simplicity… but sometimes i wonder if this is what i want. I am a simple person, with simple dreams…. yearning for that simple life. Give me back my super4 days.