WORKSTATION DIARY SERIES - The Weight of My Return
Breathing through the Shadows
By: Ulysses C. Ybiernas | June 28, 2016
After spending a day or two outside the grip of this workplace, it feels as though I’ve taken a fresh breath of air, a fleeting reprieve from my inner chastisements. But as I return, the weight comes crashing back down on me.
It’s as if being engulfed by a sudden chill, that tends to remind me of the gloom that refuses to fade. This space seems to breathe angst, its whispers; nasty and unkind.
Yet, I have mastered the art of quiet defiance by vowing to rise above what this place allows. I therefore shield my soul with graceful resilience, that is, to "see no evil, hear no evil, feel no evil, and think no evil".
Nonetheless, this isn't an act of surrender, rather a choice to be free, to let no darkness to take hold of me. And so, I endure. I survive.
"The oak fought the wind and was broken, the willow bent when it must, and survived." - Robert Jordan
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