Starting today, there will be no more dirty white worn-out
shoes. Its not that I’m going to buy a new one just exactly planned but
simply because there is no need for me to wear those anymore. But let’s not
talk about those old shoes I left on a shoe rock three days ago. Maybe it wasn’t
there anymore, maybe the housekeeper already have trashed them. So let’s just forget those 6-month old shoes I
wore, that was the cheapest of all that I got but it protected me from the slippery floor. On that afternoon, I felt my shoes for the last time, feeling so
sorry that I can never wear them anymore. It may not feel right, but it should
be soon.
Today, as I walk my way to that company to hand them my resignation letter, I wast thinking of
the people who undeniably been good enough for me, the strict management who
disciplined me in any way, more of those smile from people I speak and mingle with
from time to time between serious office hours—I’ll miss them as I am missing
my old shoes. Despite those mindless days, yes, I am somehow missing them.
But the feeling weakens each time I think of the real reason
why I have to feel this missing-thing. This is actually all about “moral
obligation” I needed to render to be accepted by them. An obligation that is, should
have good reason and should be in right time. And to clear this out, time I mentioned will not be based just
on their judgment and reason will
not just because it should be according to today’s norm.
So I decided not to be morally obliged because I have enough
reason not to and because it’s not time yet.
My assurance though, someday I will because I know my
obligations. Will come to that the soonest we could. Time and reason will help us.
