Nap Time Rocks!

barya

a couple of months ago, I realized I had too much loose change left in my pocket (and my bags too) at the end of the day, that even when I rummaged through my bag for my pen or a lip gloss I could feel (rather annoyingly) them lying at the bottom. so I found an empty plastic container that used to be a perfume case and put all those useless change in it. after a week or two, I noticed that the coins were already half the container high.

I thought, this could be the start of a beautiful partnership between my coins and i. once I ran out of money to pay my mom some (unwillingly accumulated) debts and since the wallet and the atm were particularly useless at that time, my makeshift alkansya saved the day. it wasn’t much, but still.

tonight I went out with friends and just had to have that occasional unnecessary pricey coffee at this place, and realized I had no money on me left for tomorrow. thinking the nostroum (that’s the name of the alkansya, named after the perfume it once housed) can somehow augment my momentary state of poverty, I went home and counted my treasure.

aha, well im getting just enough for lunch tomorrow. or so I thought. something just tugged at my sleeve and made me realize that some people need this money more than I do. i’ve almost forgotten how it feels like to be an answer to somebody else’s prayer. while I’m busy drinking from my overpriced plastic cup, some people have been trying to save up enough for transport fares.

I’m not saying this to brag, but I’m so damn lucky to have just enough for myself and my family. a friend of mine told me how he has to help his grandmother and some relatives through financially. I mean, how much have I even done to help other people besides my mom, dad, or brothers? I vowed that this next one will go to somebody who needs it.

for now I put the lid back on the nostroum. I can wait until payday. these coins need to go somewhere else other than another unnecessary expense.