Losing Appwetite

Despite the festivities, I find myself losing my appetite.

Between the kare-kare and fruit salad... The pork ribs and the baked salmon... The mind-less chatter and the inevitable, I find myself lost and alone.

Is it possible that no one really knows you? That everyone just says the wrong things?

Is it possible that they always assume what your thoughts are? That your idealism is mistaken for naivety? That it is their god-given mission to make you realize your inevitable failure. Or maybe, deviously, everyone just wants you to fail?

When everyone seems content in making you accept the mundane, should you still pursue greatness?

It seems that everyone just wants you to lose your appetite for life despite the dishes in front of you. Kare-kare and fruit salad. Pork ribs and salmon.

Mind-less chatter and the inevitable.