Making time-A A +A
Saturday, October 5, 2013
MANY friends often use the word, ngarag. It’s street talk that means your condition being rushed to do something or a lot of things at the same time. I normally don’t use the word as I smirk at the normal folk’s ngarag days. For me, everyday is ngarag day. But the past days have been more than the usual ngarag.
Squeezing out every second in the hope of getting a few more minutes to a day has been the practice. How life could ever become this hectic is beyond imagination.
But that’s how it is every year.
Each year becomes more hectic than before when during the present year, you already thought you were already squeezing the last available second of your time. The year after, you look back in longing at the year before realizing it wasn’t that bad; as you face an even worse one, and you start to recognize nanoseconds as well.
Making time. That’s a paradox of life.
But making time allows you to do whatever it is you want to do.
“I promise I will start to paint once I find time,” a friend says.
“You don’t find time, you make it,” I reply.
Of course, there will be days that you will have to survive on strong dark caffeine-filled coffee (I never touched those energy drinks since after combining one small bottle of energy drink and a few mugs of coffee for a really hectic day some five years ago kept me awake, unable to sleep, for three straight days. I still remember the ringing in my ears that is brought about by lack of sleep, but no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t get my brain to stop and take a rest. That was more than five years ago, and since then I never touched a single bottle of energy drink. Whatever it is they are putting in there, just doesn’t agree with me, and I’ve stuck to the old reliable caffeine source, coffee, ever since.
That was an unusual day, however. Normally, I go to sleep by 3 a.m. with everything needed to be finished already finished, including some guitar-playing and painting in between.
Don’t worry if you notice a sleepy droop to my usually perky expression, and don’t be insulted if I yawn while you speak. It’s not you, it’s me. I’m making time, and I’m enjoying it even if I wear the bored look of the sleepless.
Make time, I push myself, as yet another month looms and 2014 is now peeping, checking out if we’re still okay and watching us watch 2013 zip by.
But I’m human, don’t get me wrong. I panic. I hyperventilate. Especially when I see my schedule ahead and the mountain of work in front of me. But such sights have become very familiar, I have learned to literally get hold of myself, take a deep breath, find my pit-pattering heart and then tell it to be calm. It works all the time, until the next moment when I see the schedule again as against the pile of work in front of me.
Ngarag. It’s a state that many fall in as work upon work demand attention.
Ngarag is a state I have become very intimate with, I now simply watch the day as it lumbers near and then I ride on it to go, “Weeeee!” Thus, I you see me here, and then see me there. Don’t think I have a twin nor that one of those me that you are seeing is a doppelganger. It’s the real, single-bodied me zipping here and there as I go, “Weeeee!”
Try it. It’s fun.
Published in the Sun.Star Davao newspaper on October 06, 2013.