Meetings and Wakes

Okay. 4 years, well, almost 5 years after graduation...what will I be known for?
What makes me, me?

Ba't na naman ako nag-iisip ng ganito.
Aaah, yes yes yo. I just came from a grueling meeting. With my strength and enthusiasm once again sapped off me, I write.

Deaths...going to wakes, always put things in perspective for me. They always leave me reassesing my life. Weirdly, long client meetings have been having the same effects on me.

They do have lots of parallelisms. For one, ideas die in meetings too. Another thing is that they leave me thinking, wondering whether or not I've done enough-- Did my efforts lead to good results, or were they nothing but futile. It always runs around my mind: the thought that we're focusing so much effort, so much time, so many highfaluting words over...this.

But the reality is, it's not just soap. It pays my salary. It gives thousands of people jobs. It...it...it's not too small a deal. But obviously, neither is it that freaking big.

At the end of it all, I can't help but ask, is it really worth it?
It has to be. Because I have no other choice? That sucks. But a part of me says this measly soap plays a part in the whole scheme of things. This soap whitens, cleans. This soap employs thousands of people to make it and sell it. This soap washes dirt away from millions of people's clothes. I hope it washes this nasty feeling away.

Bottom line, this soap makes money, lets other people make money, and specifically, pays me money.

Oooooh that sucks. Big time.

So when I die, what will they write on my tombstone? Here lies someone who made some ads about a certain soap.

Goodness gracious holy bulaga.

I guess it's about time I start taking my new year's resolutions seriously. If I want to be worth something, matter, and be remembered for good reasons, I ought to start moving my bum now. Because that copy on my tombstone doesn't look too good.