A Letter to Myself

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Dearest Peter Paul,

Aside from the tower fan eerily moving from side to side, everything and everyone else is already fast asleep. It's past 2 a.m. Why did you wake up sweating again?

Are you not going back to sleep? You have work at 7 in the morning.

Oh, so I guess that's it again, huh?

Well, you can't say I wasn't with you all along. Since that time you came back from Manila in March, your self importance and self respect has never been the same. For almost all those times, it had just been you and me. I've seen you get sad, upset until such time you got frustrated, depressed, de-motivated, to now, when you just got too tired to get out of bed in the morning to prepare for work.

For what it's worth, you were there to help build that company from ground zero. You were there to see it lift off successfully. You were there to see it actually do well as a small business. And for some time, that made you happy.

But where are you now? Where has it lead you being always there for your job but your job not being fulfilling for you?

I have lost you.

I barely know you from who you have become.

You became sickly and indolent, pretending to be happy but depressed all these months, bitter. Since when did you become a slave of the job that didn't give you importance and self-respect? Since when did you become so stubborn to stay where you've obviously been so unhappy?

And until when are you going to do this to yourself?

I say, when the going gets tough, the tough gets going. I admire your resilience which some people have obviously abused down to the last beating. I admire the fact that through thick nostrils and countless sleepless nights, you go to work late, but still manage to work 9, 10, 15 hours a day, no extra pay required, to do your part in helping the continued success.

But the time to wake up has come. It is rightful that you woke up very early today.

I understand your excitement and enthusiasm to end all that is evil that got in the workplace that has now made everyone look bad. And like you, I am fervently hoping for a positive outcome so that jobs may be kept, precious people may choose to stay and for your self-respect to regain.

Sincerely,