The old man motions to him to start walking to the pile or rather mountain of garbage and put the things he’ll get on the plastic the old man gave to him. He was a bit hesitant but for him it’s a new experience and he felt his heart jump out of excitement. For the first time, he thought, he had done something different from what he’s normally doing. (Describe everything inside the dumpsite).
Before the dark they will go to the junkyard and sell what they have scavenge. And the money, they’ll buy their food. They’ll eat and take a rest; looking to the sky he felt loneliness and sadness creeping in to him. Flashbacks from the past from where he is and what’s he’s doing came rushing in. Boredom in what’s he’s doing sets in because the excitement of doing new things has now become routinely finding motivations why he should stay and continue doing it.
There’s this past that keeps giving him pain when he remembers it. Past that needs to be addressed and faced to. Remembering is like giving the scars drops of lime or lemon to it. That’s why anything that reminds him of it, he shuns away. His defensive mechanism kicks in and evades it.
He was very active in his father’s business. He was dependable and reliable and can work anytime of the day without any complaints. He does everything for a single motive to please his father. He left even his own ambition and work and work in his father’s business. For many years he toiled and forgot his motive and fell into wrong doing because he became result oriented not minding the means but only the result. He even forgot his relationship to his father. The business came first and not his father, the person. And through this, everything went wrong even the end. The result was very grave that puts tarnish to his father’s honored and dignified name. So, he was forced to resign. In his mind, that’s the only thing that he knows to do, to work in his father’s business. So he relinquished his position and was thrown out of the house. That’s the traveling started. Wandering not only physically but also in the inside. He asks himself and prays to God always what he will do now? Where will I go? What will happen to me? Can I go back to my former job and position? Can I go home and face all the people that I know and especially my family after what I’ve done? These were some of the questions lurking in his mind while traveling. And these same questions haunted him even though he’s far away from his family, from everything.
There is still something missing, he told himself while looking up to the sky. I’m still not satisfied and happy in what I’m doing. Yeah, I’m glad to meet this old man and the others but why am I feeling something is still missing? As he ponders these questions, the old man noticed him.
“Hey man, what are you thinking?”
“Nothing. I guess I’m just tired.”
O come on. At my age, you cannot lie to me. Besides, from all the days we’ve been together, I think I know you. What’s your story?
O come on pops, there’s nothing wrong with me. It is that, his voice slowly decreasing until he mumbles, I think I must move on.
What? You must move on?
Yes.
Why?
I don’t know. I can’t explain it. It is as if there’s something missing in me. No offense old man but I think I don’t belong here.
Before the dark they will go to the junkyard and sell what they have scavenge. And the money, they’ll buy their food. They’ll eat and take a rest; looking to the sky he felt loneliness and sadness creeping in to him. Flashbacks from the past from where he is and what’s he’s doing came rushing in. Boredom in what’s he’s doing sets in because the excitement of doing new things has now become routinely finding motivations why he should stay and continue doing it.
There’s this past that keeps giving him pain when he remembers it. Past that needs to be addressed and faced to. Remembering is like giving the scars drops of lime or lemon to it. That’s why anything that reminds him of it, he shuns away. His defensive mechanism kicks in and evades it.
He was very active in his father’s business. He was dependable and reliable and can work anytime of the day without any complaints. He does everything for a single motive to please his father. He left even his own ambition and work and work in his father’s business. For many years he toiled and forgot his motive and fell into wrong doing because he became result oriented not minding the means but only the result. He even forgot his relationship to his father. The business came first and not his father, the person. And through this, everything went wrong even the end. The result was very grave that puts tarnish to his father’s honored and dignified name. So, he was forced to resign. In his mind, that’s the only thing that he knows to do, to work in his father’s business. So he relinquished his position and was thrown out of the house. That’s the traveling started. Wandering not only physically but also in the inside. He asks himself and prays to God always what he will do now? Where will I go? What will happen to me? Can I go back to my former job and position? Can I go home and face all the people that I know and especially my family after what I’ve done? These were some of the questions lurking in his mind while traveling. And these same questions haunted him even though he’s far away from his family, from everything.
There is still something missing, he told himself while looking up to the sky. I’m still not satisfied and happy in what I’m doing. Yeah, I’m glad to meet this old man and the others but why am I feeling something is still missing? As he ponders these questions, the old man noticed him.
“Hey man, what are you thinking?”
“Nothing. I guess I’m just tired.”
O come on. At my age, you cannot lie to me. Besides, from all the days we’ve been together, I think I know you. What’s your story?
O come on pops, there’s nothing wrong with me. It is that, his voice slowly decreasing until he mumbles, I think I must move on.
What? You must move on?
Yes.
Why?
I don’t know. I can’t explain it. It is as if there’s something missing in me. No offense old man but I think I don’t belong here.
