According to the Cambridge Advanced Learner's Dictionary:
Commitment [noun]:
1 [C or U] when you are willing to give your time and energy to something that you believe in, or a promise or firm decision to do something
2 [C] something that you must do or deal with that takes your time
Funny that both definitions are measured with an amount of “time”…
But isn’t it time that heals all wounds, makes almost every wrong a right, that it doesn’t wait for no man?
How often do we find ourselves trapped within the tides of time, only to realize that the things that we have been looking forward to may never happen?
Haven’t we seen enough that often times, people see commitment as something that just happens when it’s most convenient?
Wouldn’t it sound too familiar when we equate our expectations to certain things only to find out that the levels of commitment from the others do not justify the cause in the first place?
I have done my share of soul-searching these couple of days.
To gauge if the certain sets of commitment I have, well, committed to, would really be worth all my “time” after all.
The roles & responsibilities that weigh down upon this pair of shoulders, I sometimes wonder if I would walk out alive, or better still, walk out on them while I am still alive.
For there are expectations; the very notion that keeps the people looking up our way.
There are responsibilities; for without these goes our very reason of survival.
And there is commitment; for doing all these would mean doing away with the least of convenience we can afford & hold on to the role as tightly as we can.
While we still can.
But there never was a choice.
To close the door and never look back.
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