Through the Tiny Window

It is not so bad working on Sunday. Apart from the sound of heavy machine humming from the construction site, the office is almost in silent which is a total opposite to the hectic normal workdays. The few colleagues who are also come to work are either bored at home or their name are in the duty rooster, in my case to compensate for the Christmas holiday that I will be taking next weekend. Whatever the reason we're here, I can tell that the work productivity is relatively low. To justify my working time, I had completed some review on materials to be submitted to the Consultant and completed the draft of a work method statement which  actually was halfway completed the day before, and now I am half dreaming pondering through the tiny window adjacent to my desk.

This tiny window is a close friend to me since I started work in this new site last April. It is a 1.0m x 0.5m opening with a black wooden frame. The lower part of the glass is roughly cleaned daily, however the upper part is left undusted. There are dust all over the frame with cigarette butts sometimes left on the frame. Obviously it is not a lovely window in any appearance, but this tiny window is special in its own way and I often feel blessed I'm sitting where I am, while some other colleagues are trapped in a windowless room. 

I love to see the green trees and white clouds and blue sky through it, when it rain the raindrops are looking so romantic and when its windy I can see the leaves dancing. At times you can also see birds resting on the window rod grille. Sometimes when the work seems hard I will stand closer to the window composing myself and looks down. There are few wooden houses just outside the site hoarding and being at the office's second floor, this window is not only offer me nice scenery but also glimpses of the villagers lives. I often watch an old lady in sarong hanging their laundry in the sun, sometimes watching half naked kids running and laughing. They grow vegetables at their backyard, and that too I love to see. Sometimes when there is thunder and lightning, that will scare me a bit, but knowing I am in a secured place, I will just continue with what I am doing.

Observing through this tiny window gives me delight, relaxing, and even melancholy sometimes. It's like browsing the FB walls. Peeping at other people's wall, observing their lives, watching whats going on with their lives. Made contact sometimes but not really attached, watching at distance. I watched my friends moved on, settled down and expand their family. Sometimes I feel like I am more an observant than really living in one, reluctant to leave my comfort. A married friend posted in her wall few months ago on how she thinks people should stop travelling and should settle down instead. Well, I think there are more jealousy in there compared to the sincere suggestion to settle down. By all mean settle down if you like and I believe that you are happy at where you are, but why would you think those who don't are less happier? I am not sure what makes it so difficult to believe that being single is not so bad and that I'm exactly where I want to be, just like Bilbo Baggins at his comfortable Bag End, contented and happy. I firmly believe that just like you there are adventures prepared for me. Someday Gandalf will be coming knocking at my door, and I wont be hesitated to go. May be it wont be a journey like yours, but I knew long ago to take the road less travelled.