THE FEELING OF BEING LEFT BEHIND
yes. since the camp ended on wednesday, thursday, friday, saturday, sunday was quite a blur. all i can remember was... i spent time shopping a lot, did manicure, spent time drinking a bit, catching up with a dear friend on friday, saturday and sunday.
yes. i guess there are such things called best friends.
anyway back to the above agenda.
the feeling of being left behind.
i remember being left behind by my parents at grandma's place after taking me out for a family outing in the weekend. i don't know but even at that tender age of 3 to 4, i knew that my parents lived in a nicer place, were more "happening" so to speak as compared to grandma.
so i'll wail whenever they leave me behind, not because i miss them, but i hate being forced to settling for less.
more than twenty years later, i still wonder if i'm being left behind in society being cooped up at my work place.
no, don't get me wrong, i love my job and the meaning it entails...or i derive from it. but seriously i do wonder whether i was growing as a person or just remaining stagnant.
maybe no one likes to feel forced that they are being put in an invisible cloak or chains or prison where they are not the masters of their destiny for a couple of years.
then again, being forced to think within the box does help one to take better perspective of what one wants.
afterall when freedom becomes too wanton, it's very easy to lose focus.
hope i made some sense.
yes. i guess there are such things called best friends.
anyway back to the above agenda.
the feeling of being left behind.
i remember being left behind by my parents at grandma's place after taking me out for a family outing in the weekend. i don't know but even at that tender age of 3 to 4, i knew that my parents lived in a nicer place, were more "happening" so to speak as compared to grandma.
so i'll wail whenever they leave me behind, not because i miss them, but i hate being forced to settling for less.
more than twenty years later, i still wonder if i'm being left behind in society being cooped up at my work place.
no, don't get me wrong, i love my job and the meaning it entails...or i derive from it. but seriously i do wonder whether i was growing as a person or just remaining stagnant.
maybe no one likes to feel forced that they are being put in an invisible cloak or chains or prison where they are not the masters of their destiny for a couple of years.
then again, being forced to think within the box does help one to take better perspective of what one wants.
afterall when freedom becomes too wanton, it's very easy to lose focus.
hope i made some sense.
posted by justagirl @ 6:18 PM
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