i always hate what i am doing. i always want to run and hide under my bed. i always wanted to escape from reality of working hard to live. i always have been a call-center hopper. but this time, taking calls has never been as exciting as this.
i get up at around 4:30 in the morning, which i have never imagined that i am capable of doing, start the day with a cup of coffee, take a bath with my newly-rebonded hair, get dressed, and climb the street heading to the highway. as i arrive to the office, put my bag in the locker, grab my foamies and wallet, i immediately look for a comfortable post and way more than excited to take calls.
i don't know. i just can't explain why am i feeling this way. maybe it's because of Grace and her diet tips. or maybe because of my new team mates and their old-school jokes that still making me laugh myself out. or maybe i just really have to be because i know i deserve to be.
i am not considering the last one because i don't want to do something just because i have to.
it's my off today and i want to go to work. maybe because i wanted to run away from home and away from the people who keeps on saying that they love me but obviously doesn't. or maybe it is not because of work or money. maybe it's something else.
for the first time since last year, i can say, i love what i am doing. and i am starting to love the people around me.
maybe that's the key. maybe it is the most essential ingredient of happiness. maybe it's all about love.
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