He Who Watches

I kept watching the rain incessantly pouring through the glass wall of the coffee shop (Noriter - Dumaguete*) where I sat. Despite the movement around of people surfing the net in a nearby café, or of lovers intimately sharing some time together, and of kitchen crew cooking food for the customers, I felt as if the world around me stood still for a moment, and only I and the rain seem to show movement. As I kept watching, I began thinking about how my life’s progress seemed slow and dull.

It was not too long ago when I had my break at work. I just had my promotion then. It seemed pretty quick as others would comment since most of my colleagues were tenured than I was and despite the issues on the longevity of my stay, the supervisory position was offered to me over everyone else who may have aspired for it. Others put it as something I was made for, while most were just plainly dubious. I thought it was something undeserved. On the other hand, it was something I feared taking. Nevertheless, I took the offer despite much restraint. Part of me said “No”, but, whichever side of the coin I look at, Dr. Logic seems sure that it was “the only” option. Ignoring that would be utter stupidity.