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Most of the times, my bus rides on the way home give a lot of things to think about.
I get off of work early every time. It's because I go to work very early, too.
On my bus rides on the way home, I'd always get the chance to have a glimpse of the brightly-lit shopping malls or districts. As if an 8-year-old kid, my eyes would always widen in wonder and delight as I bask in the distant glimmer of the thousand little sparkling lights either hanging from the walls or ceilings. it soaks me in its delight, in the fleeting feeling of joy.
Then it made me realize: Christmas is really here.
And then I'd hear random Christmas songs blasting from the radio speakers of the bus I'm riding, I'd see so very often posters of government officials clad in bright red or green clothes wishing their citizens an advanced merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.
The Philippines is well-recognized for being the nation that celebrates Christmas the longest. the moment the calendar flips to September, jolly songs would play, Christmas lights begin lining residential houses and that famous, undying song about giving love on Christmas day.
But then I remember, once the bus enters a tunnel—even just for a short time—the bright lights would vanish; the tunnel was dim-lit, and the traverse felt like forever. The cars get shrouded with darkness, and there I remember, that despite the joyous spirit fleeting in the air, comes with it is the ominous despair we still live in. not to be the pessimistic one, but to be realistic, This pandemic is far from over. Some of us—if not many of us—may have been slowly forgetting that we still have a threatening transmissible virus in our midst. despite the festive mood shrouding us in its temporary cloud, there still lurks the uncertainties, the anxieties, of what this present would bring us in the future.
For a moment, I take my rose-colored glasses off and remember that despite looking forward to the holidays with food-filled tables, there are still thousands—even millions—who struggle to put a single peck of food on their tables.
I heave a deep sigh—wearing a mask feels suffocating most of the time, and my breath fogs up my eyeglasses every single time. But it's the best thing I can do to protect myself and others.
I can't help but think WHAT IF. my head is always full of WHAT IFs.
But then again, no matter how much what-ifs I list inside my head, we have no control of the past, nor of the present, but for the future, YES, WE DO.
And then, I get reminded of the upcoming Philippine national elections. we do have a choice to make.
So many thoughts fleeted, so many thoughts passed
As I walk towards a familiar street, I get to see my abode through my oculars. The moment I step inside, all my worries awash me for a moment. I whiff in a familiar tangy smell of my favorite sinigang: my mama's cooking.
Tomorrow is another day for musings.