tonying

Last night was my flight to Bangkok. On my way to the airport, I stopped by a mall, bought cd-r’s for my pic files while in thailand, and grabbed a book, tuesdays with morrie, for me to read in the terminal while waiting for boarding. When I get to our car, my bag is gone, along with my passport, my favorite necklace, my sandals of the season, my clothes, two of my favorite shirts, one, a xmas gift from a friend, the other, a gift from my landlord.

So there, instead of reading the book at the airport, i read it in my room, sulking for my cancelled vacation. I dont know but the book struck me, and I feel like it came to me at the right time.

Im now suffering from a severe loss. When I lost my bag, along with it, I lost a lot of things that means a lot to me, and a lot of memories that goes a long with those things. I ‘ve also lost the chance of finding happiness somewhere else. And just like morrie, i indulge in this feeling, of grief and of pain. I’m a very emotional man, a lot of people may not know that. Its what keep me strong and stable. When I’m happy, im in exaltation, when im sad, it feels like i mourn. But i can easily let go of these emotions. I can easily move on, detach, as morrie puts it.

I guess bangkok is not for me. I just wish something better will come my way, in consolation to my cancelled vacation.