The headlines are loud today. A survey just came out saying 94% of people believe corruption is widespread. It’s the kind of news that makes you want to close all the tabs and go back to sleep. When the system feels broken from the top down, trying to fix your own tiny, shattered life feels... pointless.
Everything is getting more expensive. My electricity bill arrived today, and the numbers look like a threat. Being unemployed in the Metro during a price hike is like watching the tide come in while your feet are stuck in the sand. You know you’re going to get wet; you just don't know how deep it’s going to go.
I spent most of the afternoon feeling like a failure, a burden, a glitch. I almost didn't write this. I thought, Who wants to hear about a depressed guy’s electricity bill?
But as I walked to the sari-sari store to buy a sachet of coffee, the neighbor’s cat—a scruffy little thing that’s seen better days—came up and rubbed against my leg. For a second, the weight of the "94%" and the unpaid bills didn't matter. There was just a small, warm life acknowledging mine.
The system might be corrupt, and the bills might be high, but the cat doesn't care. And tonight, neither do I. We’re still here. That’s enough for today.
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