Wednesday, July 20, 2011

MY LIFE IN A TRAVEL BAG (My Idea about Purpose in Life)



But what good does the rain do? For me, I have time to read books. After the rain, I’m left wondering, what’s next? In fact, I worry not if it rains; I have everything to shield me in my bag.

My good friend Jannette calls the big bag I carry each day at my house. It has indeed everything I need to survive come what may.

I used not to bring any bags before. Everything was in small packages that fit the four pockets of my pants and the rest I carry at hand.

I had written a story before about losing my jacket on a highway street. It dropped. I saw it the following day but I didn’t pick it up anymore. It would not have lost it had I carried a bag with me at that time.

What triggered me carrying my “house” each day?

It was one of my days as a Top Brand Organizational Manager. We meet people a lot. One time, we need to meet someone though my face is already shining bright. There was a time when I have to meet someone though my shirt won’t fit the place. Now I can be just meet anyone and be anywhere with my house, I’m ready.

In one of my travels, I never wanted the feeling of being thirsty and can’t find anything to drink. Now, it’s in my house too.

More than these reasons, I will keep carrying my house because I feel the security that I can just share and light someone else’s life with what I have.

I’ve reached a point in my life, after all the travels and meetings that I have to settle down and I have to choose where to stay.

But life is a continuous journey, you settle but you keep moving. In any one of my journeys, I may have gotten sick. I can’t remember exactly when and how. But now I’m sick in my life. Added to my house is a medicine box to keep me going ‘til my forever is through?

This time, I’m asking myself, can my heart still be reversible? Can I still be the same that I was before now that I mellowed down? Why is it that when I can no longer be my best, I’m struggling to be one?

Today, more than any day before, I want to be well. I want a cure because I want to live more and spend more time with the people I love in my life.

I was attending mass yesterday. I hardly understand what the priest was saying because of the echo but I was able to grasp the thought of God’s giving chances. We are given each day a chance. We are given each day more than we deserve.

It could be that mine is a chance in another lifetime. However it may be, I’m just living each day loving. I want happy memories that people will remember long before when I’m gone.

They say we go through several pains and heartaches to prepare us in meeting new people. True indeed, one day you will meet someone who can’t afford to hurt you because of the love for you. You will meet someone who no matter what you’ve been and what you are now, will stay with you. How long can we be with the ones we love? I believe we have a universal answer, we never will know.

Each day, security guards at work check the bags we bring. One new guard asked me, Naghahakot ka Sir? (Are you moving out Sir?) I said no, this is my house. Maybe he was surprised by what he saw there. Maybe he thinks it will just be for a day but he will see that it will be each day I go to work.

I wake up early today; I asked what’s on this day for me? There’s none. Same old same. But wait there’s something new; I realized my purpose of loving.

When I served my purpose, I’ll be leaving my travel bag behind. I don’t know yet how but I will just carry all the love that made my heart big and carry all the memories that I was happy, that I made someone somehow smile when someone was at worst. Will someone carry my travel bag then? I hope. For now, I can only hope.

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