At the strings end

Just finished lunch with the PBB team. As usual, another boring lunch. Only adding to the stress of work and all the disappointments attached to it. As we head back to our work dungeon, Ka Beza strung a few lines that made us think, hehehe. . .it fairly sound right but we got the tune anyhow, peace! The song goes. . .

" I'm so tired of being here, suppressed by my childish fears. . .it's immortal as Madz pointed out, yeah immortal nga, theme song? sabi ko, hahaha. . .the we continued. . .and if you have to leave, cause your presensestill lingers here, and it won't leave me alone. . "

It made me think for a while, how do you push on when your drive have already died down? How do you go on if year in year out the same old issues, problems and hindrances appears. As if nothing is being resolved, only the persons involved changed, maybe some of the players change, but the same issues are still there. How do you press on? How do you move on when you already have given your mind, your body even and maybe your soul for them to realize and hope see what is needed to be done and what you are asking for? How?

How? Push a little harder, i say. . .work more, strive more. . .better yourself. And after you think you have done what you can, given what you can give, worked your ass off, dropped the last drop of effort you can, then maybe it's time to move on. You've done your part, given your best shot. Sometimes your efforts wont be seen, they might not notice what you have done. But the important thing is, you've tried. Me? I'm at the end of my string. Already fed up and tired. Hope this Friday's meeting will give fruit to all of this shit. Let's see. . .maybe just maybe. . .- tipaks. . .