The Time is sword

To write down everything that I’ve done within a day is quite difficult for me, perhaps it took another day to tell how many activities that already done. Here is my weakness, I never used to make any printed timetable to remind me the “things to do list”. I’d rather keep that in mind, and obviously this brain storage not as good as while I’m still teenage. There were too many possibility of leaking memories, so I got slipped and missed some items. “Everybody sets out to do something, and everybody does something, but no one does what he sets out to do”. And I have to admit this quote have come to my senses.
The two major activities, work and school indeed took the biggest portion of my time. There were obligations to accomplished, and if it’s not work out properly, the unfavorable consequences happily waiting at the edge. Of course the work subject emphasize deeper, since it’s related with greater responsibility. This rhythm already flows within my days since 2,5 years ago, the very moment when I finally get a real job for the first time. I mentioned real job, since it has hierarchy where I’m willing to pursue in every achievement that I make. Working outside has become my usual practice since high school, from McD’s to shop assistant in a bookstores in town. I enjoy every single job, the bookstore is my favorite place cause I can read as many book that I can digest. But when the Japanesse comic fever stroke in every alley of that book store, my favorite books been removed to give the new Sweetheart bigger space. Working is fun, and the money is good too, though sometimes friends look at me as a weirdo. Just like in western teenage movies there’s always be The Gorgeous, The Macho, and The Weirdo, the latter is my role. Skinny, bespectacled, with unhealthy look just like the wind eager to blow me out, that’s the best teenage picture of me that time. And of course, as a weirdo I have my own community, evade from those shinning stars and built our own castle. With these supportive friends, I finally found greater passion to make our own income. No time for fooling around, chit-chat about the most gorgeous guy in school, or wasting time talking about movies on the phone. “The time is money” this western favorite term, shrieking inside our teenage brain. Then try to find as many job as possible to fill our purse with cash, is the utmost agenda. From place to place we learn how to take full responsibility of any action we make, but sometimes the work dragged us into routine and lesser time we finally could met each other.
Somehow, this habit already follows my shadow for years. I’m still thinking that “time is money” and try to grab all fortune which pass in front of me without even blink twice. Believing there’s no second offer, drown me into machiavellian person, everything should be well calculated and always try to secure all financial future. Watching the way I grow, have came to my father’s concern. Actually he never talk too much or react overwhelming to his children, probably the matter of age always keeping him calm. He’s more than 73 years old right now and still able jogging 5 miles early in the morning. But watching me working more than 12 hours a day, give him more anxiety than satisfaction. It’s always good to learn, from someone who accumulates knowledge of the world’s wickedness better. Sometimes people grows ever the more cautious and sometimes ever the more prepared for the worst. And the way I spend my days, in my father’s spectacle isn’t the best answer.
I remember when he reshape my thought regarding the time subject,
“The time is sword,” he said.
“Life isn’t about fortune and sensible substance you posses, this world isn’t the end of our journey. Time is sword, if you couldn’t handling it well, someday it will torment you in bleed. But if you maintain it well and use it wisely, this sword will strike all obstacles in your life,” in brief he attached.


*I'll remember this Dad, sorry for not calling more than a week.