Better than roses.

Today, I hit two birds with one stone in covering Blogger 101 and Writer 101’s prompts. Respectively: write something for your audience (people like me who look for insight in our personal journeys) while incorporating new elements into a post (in this case, someone else’s story and not my own, and leaving a question for my reader), and getting inspiration from one image.

There has been a stigma over being part of a crowd. Those who go on with their daily routine are judged as not “stopping to smell the roses”, and are always in a rush. Jokes fly in that such people go around like zombies, as if they only had a singular purpose to life, and that they move as if their bodies were not their own.

As they say, jokes are half-meant.

BRAAAAAAAAAAIIIINNNNSSS– nah, just kidding 😛 !

During training today, our trainer shared a story of one of her past trainees. She felt the need to do so, as my batchmates and I have not completed in submitting all of our pre-employment requirements, and it got her frustrated. If I were myself five years ago, I would have rolled my eyes at the “sermon,” but I ended up inspired, convicted, and blessed.

During the course of his training period, this former trainee went through weeks of just having two hours of sleep in a day. “How so?”, you might ask. His day started at 7:00 a.m., as he had to report to a daycare center and make sure that the floor of his classroom is clean, before he welcomed the children and their parents at 8:00 a.m. He will teach and entertain pre-schoolers until 10:00 a.m., after which, he will collect his daily allowance of Php 100.00.

The next part of his day is the university he is enrolled in. His classes run from 12:00 p.m. to 5:00 p.m. — all with their in-class requirements, assignments, and examinations.

At 8:00 p.m., he has to report to work, and training goes on until 5:00 a.m. of the following day.

Even then, he was able to submit all of his requirements on time! In addition to that, our trainer admired his exceptional tenacity. His batchmates used to mock him for his sing-song way of speech — a mannerism he acquired as a daycare teacher. He cried when he did not pass the 50 U.S. States and Capitals exam the first time around — and yet he cried in joy when he received his first paycheck. His training notebook was described as so filled with notes and just so used that it looked pretty much “trashed” (to quote my trainer).

I was personally blown away by his tenacity, and I felt convicted over my own lax attitude and even entitlement. Saying, “but that’s him, not me!” does not even sound remotely right, and would even make you sound like an entitled, self-centered brat. The point is, this guy wanted the job so bad, that he was willing to sacrifice sleep, to stretch Php 100.00 just to cover his commute, his food, and for paying the processing of his requirements.

The story made me look at the picture in a different light: the figures at the station are not zombies. These are people passing by as they head to their day’s destination. The train station is just part of the road, but on the mind of these people are things they need to accomplish, dreams to fulfill, people to see and to love. Perhaps they do not have time to smell the roses, because they are looking at something bigger, something more important to them, something so valuable; and they want it so bad, that roses pale in comparison.

The question now is: just how bad do you want something, and what is holding you back from taking the steps to achieve it?

About Cielo

I am a paper-pusher by day, a log by night, an aspiring singer-dancer and a wannabe artist in-between. I am also a Professional Space Cadet.
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