Life has always been painful for everyone and the only difference is how bad life is for you or me, and his story is like for all of us. Dreaming while awake and trying to work for a better tomorrow.

It was a cold spring evening in Manila. He stood in a congested train platform, around him waves of people file into the crapped platform. While in the background the loudspeakers a feminine voice blares out a message “GUADULUPE! GUADULUPE STATION!!” it cried.

As the message ends transmission a train stops and halts in the station. In the moment the doors opened a flood of people rush into the train cars, He manages to get in and for a single moment he breathes a sigh of relief but this is ended due to the train accelerating; He finds a seat by sheer luck in this circumstance he uses this to check his phone.

In this time of temporary comfort he looks at his messages if anyone has messaged. Unfortunately no-one seemed to message; seeing that no-one had messaged him he used his time to take a nap. As he shut his eyes in what seemed like a minute he woke up. He looked at the information panel that was put in the walls of the trains it read “QUEZON AVE.” in a bold text. In anticipation to his destination he quickly readied his belongings.

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The train stopped and inched into the train station outside a multitude of people waits to get in of the train, He stood up and walked to the train door. The doors opened and along with him a stream of people left the train, after leaving the train he walked down the flight of stairs onto the city streets.

As he traversed down the flight of stairs he grabbed his earphones from his bag, plugging it in he started his walking to his home in what seemed like a short stroll he arrived to his apartment complex. He walked the stairs to his apartment and arrived to his front door.

He notices the bills in his mailbox ignoring it he turns the key in his door, a click is heard and he opens his door. He enters his home and grabs the remote across the room and turns on his AC; He puts down his bag and lays down on his bed. In a surprise he hears a ping from his phone as he glances into his phone he sees that it was his friend it reads “Cody up for a drink this weekend?” even before he could reply his eyes shut and he slowly fades into sleep.

Deep inside him he understands that this will happen again tomorrow but he can’t change his fate. Although he still dreams for a tomorrow it will have to be done in another but that day can’t be said when.

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