The Bank Experience

I categorize myself poor, but not in passivity. Hence, mutually considered is my association with the words “social climber,” but not in negativity. I mean I get by in life with luxuries every now and then, but still that does not fall under my classification of rich. Hegel and other critical theorists maintain that it is our experience of opposition or conflict with the society that spurs us on to a higher level of consciousness, of self-realization. In this case, the constant, perhaps indirect and unintentional activities of powerful individuals and even families are like earthquakes to those isang-kahig-isang-tuka people. These, they say, are necessary to trigger a response, a counter-activity. In other words, to survive is to fight back, not necessarily in a revolutionary sense, but rather by getting rid of the indifferent attitude that this is the state of life and nothing will change. People need to get going, moving. The passé adage is, I believe, still relevant, nothing is ever too late. The start of something new starts in something bold.

 

Yesterday, I made a daring move for my life in the future; I opened a bank account without my parents knowing nor out of anybody else’s suggestion (so for those who read this, do not say a word). When I got in, I scanned the perimeter asking myself repeatedly, “To whom should I go?” In matters such as this, we tend to be choosy. The external appearance and emotional disposition would tell us whether a person is approachable or not. One staff’s desk is vacant. Could she be the one? I sized her up. OMG. She looks exactly like Emily Rose. I do not want to sound judgmental but that is the truth. To her or not to her, that is the question. And another bold decision, it cannot be her. She might be the best person to talk to about money but her visage says otherwise. It is the face, in all aspects of life, that sells. Hence, as a side note, take good care of your face! Then, the other desk went unoccupied. I grabbed the opportunity and next thing I knew, I am earning. It was not much, but it was exhilarating. It was liberating. I am free.

All of us want many things. If I may exaggerate a bit, my bucket list can actually build a library. But I tell you this, get rid of the unnecessary (you are wise enough to know that) and keep. Just that.