Good Days Are Here Again

Despite waking up at least 45 minutes before duty starts causing me to practically go into flash mode, over sleeping to charge up for swimming practice only to find out that I had already missed it [poor communication at it’s best] and also getting run over by a gazilllion jeepneys [how I hate the rush hour commute]- I have still got to say that today was a really good day.


When you’re merely trying to get by, you don’t appreciate things the way they’re meant to. You need to absorb everything like a sponge and take everything in. Like smell the scent of a room full of fruits,the rattling of keys, the awkward smile you give your patient when you realize you don’t know how to open a door and the weird look you get when he realizes that you’re just nervous and it’s not really a big deal afterall.


Sometimes I walk into a room and I never know what to expect. There’d be families gathered around their father feeding himself for the first time in weeks and you can tell that they’re just happy at the fact that he can even lift a fork. Then there are those who wonder if they’ll ever make it out of there and if they do, they fear that things will never be the same again. They carry heavy hearts and drag their shoulders.


I don’t enjoy going on duty. I don’t think I’ve learned to love nursing a tad bit in the four years that I’ve been in it. I’ve stuck with it though because I do not quit and I owe it to the people I love the most. But if there is one thing I’ve gotten out of it, it’s the fact that life goes on whether you have a good day or a really bad one and sometimes we just need to find ways to get by.


I really do hope that we’re getting to where we need to be in this point in our lives. I don’t wish for love because I’m slowly realizing that I am surrounded by it. I don’t wish for a million friends because the very few ones that I have will suffice me. Right now, in this moment, I just want to be happy. And I hope that’s what we all aim for!

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