I had my last fruit salad today.
Not that I'm never going to have fruit salads again. Just that I will not have a fruit salad quite like this fruit salad again.
It all started like this. When things get unbearable at work, I'd go downstairs and get a fruit salad. I'd sit there and eat it, amidst the sea of noises in absolute privacy. This was my time of the day, my moment with myself and my thoughts, alone, thanking the Gods of Fruit Salad for the creation of something oh-so divine. I've grown so fond of these moments overtime. They were an absolute necessity.
Last day of work. As relieved and light-headed I may feel, I thought I'l feel at least a certain degree of sadness. But I don't. So many people that I've grown fond of overtime have left and there's practically nobody to feel sad about leaving behind. Or maybe I've struck off the nerve of sensitivity somewhere along the line.
And then I thought about what I would miss. I would miss the long ride to work in the morning in that half-asleep state of mind, listening to my favorite tunes on the iPod and daydreaming all the way to work. It helped wake me up and helped me ease into the chaotic calamity that awaits at the other end of the journey. I often find myself not willing the journey to end.
And then there's the remainder of the people that I'm leaving behind. So many have left and so little to leave behind. If there is anything that I would cherish for the rest of my life, that would be the people that I've earned. But I also know that I would always keep in touch with the people that actually matter to me, even if it is from a certain distance at times.
I would most certainly miss the crazy times spent with them, the sense of unity among turmoil. The many storms we braved together, the many hurdles leaped over. I would miss the laughter. I would even miss the drama and the groans, the aiyoo's and the sighs of frustration.
And then I would miss the fruit salad.
It's a good fruit salad.
Not that I'm never going to have fruit salads again. Just that I will not have a fruit salad quite like this fruit salad again.
It all started like this. When things get unbearable at work, I'd go downstairs and get a fruit salad. I'd sit there and eat it, amidst the sea of noises in absolute privacy. This was my time of the day, my moment with myself and my thoughts, alone, thanking the Gods of Fruit Salad for the creation of something oh-so divine. I've grown so fond of these moments overtime. They were an absolute necessity.
Last day of work. As relieved and light-headed I may feel, I thought I'l feel at least a certain degree of sadness. But I don't. So many people that I've grown fond of overtime have left and there's practically nobody to feel sad about leaving behind. Or maybe I've struck off the nerve of sensitivity somewhere along the line.
And then I thought about what I would miss. I would miss the long ride to work in the morning in that half-asleep state of mind, listening to my favorite tunes on the iPod and daydreaming all the way to work. It helped wake me up and helped me ease into the chaotic calamity that awaits at the other end of the journey. I often find myself not willing the journey to end.
And then there's the remainder of the people that I'm leaving behind. So many have left and so little to leave behind. If there is anything that I would cherish for the rest of my life, that would be the people that I've earned. But I also know that I would always keep in touch with the people that actually matter to me, even if it is from a certain distance at times.
I would most certainly miss the crazy times spent with them, the sense of unity among turmoil. The many storms we braved together, the many hurdles leaped over. I would miss the laughter. I would even miss the drama and the groans, the aiyoo's and the sighs of frustration.
And then I would miss the fruit salad.
It's a good fruit salad.
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