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The night laid down its blanket over the big city. Street lights were getting brighter than ever. The day has just ended – well, for most of us. It’s Friday night and for sure, many are eager to let out the tired soul after a week’s work.

As for me, the usual walk home. As you know, I have just started in this new job. For several days, I went on finding the best route for me to walk to and from the office. Now, I’m taking this route that’s probably less stressful than the others. The path is quite walker-friendly. Trees shade most of the road. Families live nearby in cozy, mid-rise apartments.

In the morning there is little rush. Little does the outskirts know the tension main roads face each day. Main roads marred by the everyday passage of people and vehicles, witnesses of happy parades and terrible emergencies, seem too numb to care for anything. This other road I take does otherwise. It welcomes every morning with fresh air and sunrise. The streets may not be that clean but at least people seem to tarry when treading it. People wash their cars on the road like there’s no work, kids laugh while going to school, old men sit in the idle morning, talking about their lifetime’s exploits. Yes, roads such as this exist in the big city. Just as I thought it impossible, there seem to be hope to find something worth spending time here.

A few minutes of walking and that’s it. As I opened my short, wooden gate in my little rented apartment, light wasn’t there – literally. Apparently, my uncle hasn’t gone home yet.

To tell you, I feel sad every time I go home like this. Nothing compares to going home where people are – where evening meals are cooked from your own kitchen, where TV Patrol fills the atmosphere and people eager to know the latest news, where someone who cares for you asks you how your day has been.

If there is one thing I realize right now, that is – it is not really the luxury of life that makes life worth living. It is the people you spend time with that makes it fun and exciting and filled with love. You may love a diamond but it could never love you back. You may hate your mom or dad at one moment but as sure as the sun rises, so is there love for you.

Just as the road I take everyday, so can be my attitude towards life I believe. Amidst the chaos one’s heart may feel often times is the choice to take another route – the route to peace of mind. It’s a matter of perspective. I’m not saying it’s easy. But if ever I learned how to get there often, for sure it will be all worth while.

Before I end this, let me leave you with a poem:

Life is but a road to take,

Crossroads if you please.

Many take the road most travelled,

Much few take the least.

To choose is not an easy task,

To take it will be worse.

But then, life never stops for you,

It always takes its course.

So now, with what you have in hand,

You toil to make the best.

It’s there that life ‘comes meaningful,

When love and laughter rest