With the morning alarm at 5 a.m and the rush to the kitchen to pack my food for the day..I wake up finding an excuse to sleep more.In the desperate attaempt to be successful and balance out things, how can I let go my health?With the clock ticking and reminding of my next time table slot for the gym, there I pack my bag and leave home..oops "house' because all that the rented apartment has, is a soul mostly not around with amenities gathered and luxuries afforded to be covered with dust missing the owner's presence to enjoy.
The clock ticks again and the time running reminds me of my clarion call of duty which earns me money to survive.I seem to have built up a strange relationship with time.Governing my life, it tells me where, when and What I should be doing.At the same time it is never enough and most sought after.
Look at the irony, the hardest earned money in the economic meltdown is hard to get and throws down the years of hard work in just one pay cut and takes you to the career regression lane.
With constant turmoil in mind and debate between the conscience and the self, time runs by and the long travel in the city burns down all the energy in me.
The house becomes my home by the time I retire in bed.With tv channels being surfed along with the numerous phone calls I attend of friends and family and at times of that special someone whose voice freshens the soul up....ideas prevail in and cursing the heavy duty body and the life I lead, inner self comforts me after having heard from others and puts me back on track again...waiting for the long awaited day off and next day's agenda.There I call it a night hoping to see the silver lining someday....
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