Mula sa gilid
Gugulong kanyang butil
Salami’y dusa
Mula sa gilid
Gugulong kanyang butil
Salami’y dusa
In a generation where there is a growing population of those who dream of breaking free from nine-to-five job and where everyone who has bravely broken free advises you to do the same, an opposite advice may be a surprise.
Do. Not. Quit. Your. Job.
No. Do not resign just yet.
If you want to quit your job because you are tired of the hassle it all brings you when you catch the morning transport, and the stress it gets you when you fight your way to commute back home, no, that reason is not enough.
Yes, it is understandable. Yes it is tiring. No, nobody wants the stress in travelling to and from work.
But how long have you been living in the metro before you decide to take this job? If you live nearby and around the city, I bet you understood how terrible traffic is long before you took this job.
Before you quit, remember why you took this job in the first place. yes, in spite of the stress along the road.
Do you envy those who tell you about the convenience of their home-based job? There is a lot of good things about working from home. It works for some people.. And they want to tell you how convenient it is to live like that. They want to share its beauty, through social media.
But maybe, it works against for some. That is why they use social media to boost their ego. They use it as channel to peek out into the world.. The real world which you regularly see when you experience those stressful public transportation. The real world where you get to meet real people, new and old, young and aged..
Going out everyday shows you the real ways of the world. Its beauty, scars and wounds. There is a lot of good things about going out of your nest everyday for work.
If the reason you want to quit is because you want more money, no, that reason is not enough.
Yes, everybody wants a higher pay. No, you should not stay in a job that offers less if you think you could get better compensation at a company that requires the same or less effort.
Just remember that money is not always enough reason to quit. Do not give up your job that keeps you financially stable. Your company may not pay you as high as others can, but maybe it can take care of you better than those who promise to bring you wealth sooner.
Do not give up just yet. Money is not everything.
If you want to quit your job because you want to serve your religious community, no, that reason is not enough. Unless you take the vow of poverty, or the vow of celibacy (making you swear to denounce physical intimacy, and thus denouncing the rights and duty to bear a child into the world and build a family), no, do not quit your job for your religious community.
If you believe your religious community is worth the unemployment, then ask again. Will you really be serving God, or will you be serving your community leader?
Will you have enough resources to share your blessings among the less fortunate?
God will provide, yes you say. But what will happen to the gifts you were given? You got those talents, knowledge and skills for a reason. Use them. Be the means so God can provide for yourself, and others.
If you want to quit your job and move to another where you will be better appreciated or compensated; if there is fire building within you that your current job suppresses; if there is a life that needs your presence to evolve to its best.. Do it. Leave.. Otherwise, rethink your options.
Rekindling your sense of commitment to the very job you once dreamed of hiring you could allow you to give back to your loved ones, your community, your country. Maybe it could fund you to pursue your true hidden passion.
What would you lose when you quit? What would you get?
©2021 | J.E. Orolfo | All rights reserved
The road to your dream home is another adventure, especially when you deal with this kind of “manager”.
Foggy, smokey night
Show me what it’s like
To sleep in peaceful dreams.
Lovely moony light
Why stay behind
the cloudy dusts?
Shine like those nights
For lovers’ delight.
Where, oh sky, and when
Could I see you like back then
When bards sing of you
As starry, starry night?
How does it feel to be sleep paralyzed?
“Just like a love story, friendship can either grow or break, apart or together.”
If in the morning I stand to face no more tomorrow
Or the dawn wakes me up to meet me with all these sorrow
I would never mind nor fear to be cast upon by shadows
If in the last time that I fall, I’d behold you’d never go.
If you would let the sun smile to me once more
If you would color up my life and touch it by your glance
Then I’d be strong enough to take the last stance
While watching heaven’s tears fall on the Earth’s fence.
When the sun refused to shine and give a crimson shine
Or the moon stroll away and leave a lonely lullabye
The song within my spirit in a greatly unsung rhyme
Will help me stand the pain to which the only cure is time.
When the mud embraced this life, I’d pray to God above
To sing to you my soul against the cold out there
For beyond the light years distance between our worlds apart
You remain the saviour from the dreamer I’ve become.
©2005 | J.E. Orolfo | All rights reserved
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Somewhere
In the darkest corners
Of boundless universe
You will find the secret
Which costs all your existence.
There
In the highest peak
Of mountains of eternity
You will see the answer
That lies in His power.
Each drop
That makes up the ocean
The tiny grains
That weighs the Earth
Are the reasons you are here
And why I am here.
Originally published in SVNHS school paper SY 2000-2001
(with revisions)
©2017 Pages & Footprints | All rights reserved
I am seated in a chapel beside the 1-year old baby Halley*. (She was a child of my college friend who died last year.) Behind me, there are three elderly women. At the opposite pew, my brother Kuya Gil is seated beside his friends. My college bestfriend Danny sits at the pew in front of Kuya.
Halley cries so I called Danny. He comes right away and gets Halley. She starts smiling as if she is victorious. I laugh as I understand her pretend-cry.
The old woman behind me starts to cry. She laments that her time is fast approaching. The other women try to console her. Another girl who I knew in the university comes to the woman.
“My time is coming too,” she says. They are all crying.
Then one man in dark grey suit and tie enters the chapel. He stops halfway through the isle and stares at what is in front. He seems emotional. I grab his arm and try to talk to him but he is absorbed by the moment. He continues to walk forward crying.
I glance at my brother. He is chatting with his friends. And then….
What is he doing here? Why is Halley with us? Why am I in this place?
Halley must be with her father. Kuya is supposed to be in Canada. Danny is in Korea. And I am supposed to be… in bed.
No!! This just a dream. I am dreaming. I am back in my bed now. Now I am awake.. But no, I can’t move. Oh yes, this has happened thousands of times since I was a child. I know I only have to calm down. This is easier than when I am floating. I only have to relax my body till I gain control again. Then I will start moving my fingers and toes.
There, I can move them now. But my chest feels heavier. Wait! There’s someone awake. I am safe. They only just need to notice that I am having a “nightmare”. Then they will wake me up.
I will speak. I may not be understandable but whoever’s awake will hear me and realize what’s happening.
I am speaking. She noticed. I don’t know her, but she ‘looks’ nice. She is trying to wake me up. I still cannot move. My chest feels heavier. I can also hear my own heartbeats. They are becoming faster and louder.
Another person from outside the room is also awake.
“Maybe she’s already awake, but she can’t move,” she said to the first person awake.
“I want to wake her up, but I can’t reach her,” the first person said.
(I sleep at the higher bunk bed).
I am trying hard to relax my body. But what about my heartbeats? They are slowing down!!
I hear somebody else speaking.
“The window is open.”
I see hands from outside the window. They grab the window grills and now they are getting inside. I feel something coming up from my feet. And it’s as if something is piercing my side.
The dream!! It was about a funeral! It was about death!! Was it a warning? No way! I need to keep my heart beating. I will pray, but I will scream my prayer.
I am praying. But what are these prayers? I can’t understand them. What language is that?
Someone is now actually moving in the room. Oh yes, I know her. She’s my new roommate. There’s a light. It’s a light from a cellphone. It’s not enough. I will try to speak.
I want light. I am screaming. The new roommate is calling me. I still can’t wake up. I will call my friend who also happens to be my roommate.
“Arvie!”
“Ilaw!” (Light!)
I screamed for what felt like five minutes.
There! The room’s main light is on.
Arvie gets up and shakes me.
I am awake now. I look at my two roommates. They look back at me in horror.
It’s 5AM. I might fall asleep again. I know it will come back. I slapped myself and stayed awake.
I sent messages to my brother and my friend.
They replied that they, too, just woke up from a nightmare.
*Names were changed for privacy