Friday, March 12, 2010
There it will be held at Palm Beach in Batangas, our second company outing. Deep inside I feel a bit of sadness while listening to the committee head’s official announcement. How time flies. Last year, I was one of the busiest people organizing the same event. It’s just too ironical that in April, the perfect time when I will be given the freedom to savor life outside the committee, I won’t be able to join the group.
On the same date, my family and I will be off to the countryside. It’s been six years since I last visited my home at the beach--the most remarkable place where I want to retire someday. My grandparents’ demise a few years back painted the entire house with gloom, and I so miss them. It will never be the same as before, I believe.
“You will miss half of your life for not attending the summer activity,” one colleague bantered. The truth is, I will miss a whole lot of things if I prioritize personal pleasures. To be absent in their so-called recreation is to look back and commemorate the life I once had with the people to whom I owe my being now.
On the same date, my family and I will be off to the countryside. It’s been six years since I last visited my home at the beach--the most remarkable place where I want to retire someday. My grandparents’ demise a few years back painted the entire house with gloom, and I so miss them. It will never be the same as before, I believe.
“You will miss half of your life for not attending the summer activity,” one colleague bantered. The truth is, I will miss a whole lot of things if I prioritize personal pleasures. To be absent in their so-called recreation is to look back and commemorate the life I once had with the people to whom I owe my being now.
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