One fine day

It is just one of those ordinary low tide days. I tagged along a friend to BPI in Clark (where transactions are kinda officiated in leisure, walang pagbabago mula noon hanggang ngayon). Anyway, I was left behind to perform a transaction duty and just had to commute to go to another bank, in my heels. In there sitted alone, I was bathe bursts of tranquility. In there, where transactions are being administered with straightforwardness. As I come out of the door, a jeep enroute to the main stopped by to collect me. Again, a sparkle of unknown contentment. I find it fun to be doing things alone. Am being antisocial. Maybe.  But it’s fun, ya know. ‘Cause I know I’ll be alright. Okay as I am. I guess this is how it feels to be in satisfaction with yourself. Knowing you are loved and understood. It feels you can do just about any thing. In a conversation with a friend once via e-mail, I wondered how it feels to be living and doing tasks on your own. At first, it is normal that you feel fear. But as I look back, I laugh at myself for being a scaredy-cat. During those times, I have an inkling as to who and what matters. Thus, doing things on your own does not illustrate loneliness, but a validation of oneness within. There are those people portraying wackiness and equating it with coolness. But then they impose it on people like they are truly happy people, and then again, as I have mentioned, they are imposingly meddling beyond reasonable doubt, and noisy to cover their insecurities. Yes, I see the brashness. I listen to it. Only at the end of the day will they admit to themselves that, yeah, it is true, but only if they would be guileless with themselves. On the other hand, today is also the day, that seemed to me I had the time of my life. Simply because of a day at the Kambingan near the Salakot. Such an unfussy row of goat meat eateries with a knack in cooking caldereta, papaitan and sinigang, made my day. It is indeed a wonderful life!