letters that form words which carry a certain meaning to send a certain message were mixed in containers of lotions sunblocks facial cleansers shampoos as the spindles twirl and twirl in anti-clockwise direction. i stare at them jumbled up together until they become mere alphabets lost of their purpose of existence.
every morning i wake up shutting away my concern about my job characteristics that inherently defy my beliefs of protecting the earth, be more environmental-friendly through minimizing the usage of plastics and paper. every day my actions are the complete negation of my beliefs. yet i am left no choice because, after all i am but a mere chess piece that can be kicked out of the picture any time, and i just can't afford that. so i wonder, is my contribution of polluting the earth any more justified than those who buy groceries and carry tons of plastic bags home every time or those who don't recycle?
it'd make me feel better to think my actions are more justified, yes. but one is still one, it still means the same value, whether it's written numerically or spelled as 'o', 'n', 'e'. so i guess whether i like it or not, i am still polluting the earth.
that's only the tip of the iceberg of the millions of thoughts running through my head each passing day, but i can only write so much after numbing my brains for 11 hours every day. physical tiredness wears one down, and all i want to do when i get home is drag my body to bed hide under the covers and shut the world out, before the dawn of the next day when it starts all over again.
but despite the sobering tone of this post, i am still quite cheerful and pumped up every day (when i don't think about my part of un-greening the earth, that is). and even if i do think about that, i don't show it at work. people will think i'm a nutcake. have a great weekend peeps! :)
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that day, i made about 700 copies in a day. not only did i kill 10 tress i think i killed my back too for standing at the copy machine for 4 hours!
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