The Morning Commute

8th July 2015

A new day. The start. Repeat.

This is a normal routine of my world. Dragging yourself to work. Zombiefied. Hypnotized by our smart gadgets, eyes fixated at glass with different feeds of the world. Our lives revolve so much around what that is virtual that we forget to look straight at reality. Like really, you forget to walk straight. 

The system. The cursed damn system. Primary, Secondary and maybe Tertiary. Before you know it, “BAM!” You’re sitting at an office table behind some unknown company working your life away for a piece of paycheck. Motivation in life is just seeing those zeroes appear in increasing numbers. Irony is, when you have achieved your satisfied number, you’ll finally look at the mirror and see how screwed up your life is. Wait, correction.. It’s how you screwed your life up. You look at the broken shattered pieces of your soul and body. Then you start to pick yourself up and glue your health back together. Sad truth is, a broken vase would never be the same once it’s broken.

The hours spent on overtime caused you so much sleep debt that your eyes could pass off as a native panda. Coffee that you glugged to stay awake in office, made your skin all shriveled up and dry. I blame caffeine for that but screw that, I love coffee still. Looking a the bigger picture, you’ll start to realize that work has made a circle around you. It’s called a barrier. Where you are inside with your friends repelled from you. Work has taken your life away, rewarding you with money in exchange of time. 

 Time. To spend with your family. To spend with your friends. To spend with yourself. The saying goes, “Time is money.” But let me ask you this, is money, Time?