Renovated...

I met my old friends yesterday... They were my batch mates in high school. They knew me in a different way. They knew the person I had before.

I really believed that I am different now. I am that Daniel who reconstructed himself and renovated the broken parts. The Daniel that repaired the broken parts of his life.

I found out that the past is still connected with me.. hehe. I don't know but I found it so enjoyable. To be the exactly same person as they knew me... God it was so fun! Being connected with the past in the context of the present.

We are like cathedrals. There are parts of our life where we renovated ourselves only to find out in the present that it was a big mistake. But what we intend is to do good for ourselves, not harm but for the betterment...

Dead People and My Job

As I said, I work as a Medical Representative. Part of the job is to roam around the hospitals looking for some opportunity to promote my products to doctors.

While we were falling into a line along the corridors of Ricardo Limso Hospital, it happened that a cadaver passed along our way. We were very noisy chatting and laughing, and suddenly they passed.

Silence.

The corridor immediately was turned into a silent sanctuary. Morbid, as what my co-worker told me. I also felt terrible and suddenly felt fear and anxiety. Then the question of existence revolved again and again in my mind.

After this world what will happen to human beings? Or will 'something' happen to us, or maybe nothing follows after our life on earth.

Two hours later, I visited an OB Gynecologists.. And the secretary told me that she went to the delivery room. Another baby was born.

The world. I don't know.

Death and Birth.

Birth and Death.

After that? I don't know.

A thought while brusing my teeth

I was brushing my teeth when I looked at myself in the mirror. I recalled an event that happened days ago.

I was talking to people, very 'religious' people, while listening to their words. Talking about the second coming... That we are in the so-called Final Days. They were so afraid... I am not..! Why should I...

Going back to my brushing....

I thought of Satan as being used by "GOD" to satisfy His need of being recognized as a "God". Does He really need it? I don't think so.. we just created worship, prayer, the famous line "for the greater glory of God"... for us to know that there is God... Where in fact there is none..................

In the conversation again........

There was this lady who told me that the Bible is the moral authority...

I don't think it is...

I just nodded and nodded so I could not disappoint her with my disapproval... I seek for their approval so I just nodded and they were very happy that I approved of what they said.

In fact I did not...

While typing this blog...

I found out that indeed God exist

But I kill God...

Making God not to exist.

My Work and Me

Work, work and work... does this life really means work? Everybody revolving around me is work. I couldn't even find time to simply be alone and get in touch with my Self... 'Self', are you still there? I think you're lost again... I'll find you as soon as I finish my work...

When will I finish my work? or would it be right to ask, will working ends? I don't know. I think it will, when we get in touch and connected again to our 'Self', th lost self waiting to be found.

For quite a time I wasn't able to write on my blog.. simply because of my work... walang katapusan na trabaho... I find meaning, however, in my job so far. I work as a medical representative. Always busy, always on the go, running back and forth round the corridors of the hospital. I even rush from the ground floor to the 9th or even 10th floor just to promote my medicine to the doctor and get his signature as a proof....

Very nice work. I simply love it. However, there are many part of myself that is compromised because of my new work. Because of this work I failed to look at my other works -work for my 'Self'...

i guess this is what Karl Marx was trumpeting years ago... alienation... But I guess alienation would not come if one would not allow it to come... Alienation of the self from the self, from others, from species being, and I have forgotten the last one... hehe. Guess I have to review my notes in Philosophy of Communism.