G. K. Chesterton
Every act of will is an act of self-limitation. To desire action is to desire limitation. In that sense, every act is an act of self-sacrifice. When you choose anything, you reject everything else.
Trusting your instincts on people is always better than gathering invalid assumptions from others. Because when you trust, truth comes. Because when you lie, only temporary happens. Temporary can be as annoying as transacting 16 separate credit cards for 1 bloody bill on a busy Sunday brunch at the 5-star hotel; especially when you are the one processing the payment.
I almost felt like I was stranded at a scary brothel on my first day of work. I stared at her, as she grasped her brown handbag so tightly; her nervousness squeezed thick droplets of acid on her forehead like it was scarring her face. She bit her lips often, like she had so much to say but she had to force herself shut because she knew she was insignificant to the mafia. It made me feel horrible knowing the kind of job she was applying for, and the kinds of job that the mafia would presume suitable for her. I hardly agreed that she would be less effective for any task just because she does not own a resume.
Just when I thought I was going for a splendidly private smoking escapade, I was greatly interrupted by a 60-year-old baba (as he told me). I have never really spoken to such an astonishing elderly; a man so swollen with pride of such a low-paying, unfashionable job. He never takes a day off; he wholeheartedly breathes with his job and never got ill. He was so proud to be fit, although he never actually appeared on top form at all. He explained that his mother, the only family he was ever in touch with, had passed away at 90 just a few weeks ago. He had taken care of her for the past 16 years, and he admired the fact that she never died from any diseases; because he took care of her, of course. But then he became shy to continue the conversation when a breed of youngsters arrived; nobody could stand mere smirks of annoyance that I would rather waste my time corresponding with him. You look at it and you are so proud of it but everyone else just don’t get it, but I do, even if you never believed it.
During my re-instatement of friendship with someone I had greatly missed, she described the public speech she had given to some other 39 employees of the hotel during the orientation that I had missed. How would you see yourself in 5 years to come? Often people speak of power, wealth, happiness and even marriage; at least when you have reached the age of 25. To me, these seem to be just superficial and materialistic achievements that would be highly justified, only by the approval or honour of others. Honestly, I have never thought ahead of my life, planned my future or ever knew what I was going to be in 5 years. A disappoint to many, I can only hope, that in 5 years, I will own a beautiful kitchen of my own, a nice bed and plenty of housewarming parties for strangers to visit; to eat my cooking and rant joyfully about their lives. Then when I thought about it, damn, I do not actually mind living my whole entire life like that. Because simple desires always bring greater pleasures than other complex requirements and vague sacrifices of one’s ‘wants’.
Exactly in a month’s time, my music charm will be leaving for the victorious deed. That is another great loss for Lion’s City in a freaking year.
I wish my dear son was with me now.
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