To Fold or Not to Fold?

I started playing poker about five years ago... nothing fancy nor putting a hole in my pockets that sort of sh*t- just fun, friendly games with my cousins, brother-in-law and sometimes guy friends/ barkada. We play it at the beach, at the porch of our house. I remember we had a poker night birthday celebration because my 25th birthday fell (as it usually does) on a holy week. To be honest, that's the only card game that I can confidently say I have a knack at, and the funny thing is, I only learned to play poker on Facebook. Yep, during those apprenticeship days in my former office's computer and fast internet connection. It was downright addictive, and some of my bosses, were also into it. It was about time that my Mom bought a poker game set, complete with colorful poker chips that came with a neat metallic silver case.

Reflections

In a corporate jungle such as this place I'm in, it's easy to get lost in the piles of papers on our desks, long lines of To-do lists, beating of unrealistic deadlines, phone calls, emails, meetings, and just basically, work that never seem to end even if we spend more than 10 hours of our waking hours in a day. The sad part is, money is still not enough to sustain a decent lifestyle, let alone pay the monthly rent and bills. Then like lightning striking unexpectedly in a hot day, it got me thinking.... is this all worth it?

Status: It's Complicated

Just when I thought of giving up... of finally letting go of a fantasy that's been brewing in my mind for the past months...for letting go of what could or might have beens... for not letting myself be truly happy with that person... slowly trying to accept that things may not just be meant to be.... but then, I see an orange propped on my office table this morning.

And as if an automatic reset button has been pressed, the cycle begins all over again....