I'm ignoring that my monitor is not working, as it sits lifeless
I'm ignoring the fact that i might not be able to replace the darn thing until December.
I'm ignoring the Disconnection Notice.
I'm even trying to ignore the noisy guy sitting beside me in the LRT, talking loudly to another person over the phone, not caring if he is actually speaking too noisy.
At times ignoring things is a way to cope, that at life you would still make the shot given the odds and actually make both ends meet. But the same draws a very thin line on being lazy, a responsibility placed on hold and oneself spreaded too thinly.
I'm ignoring that i haven't written anything for a while. The same way a haven't reflected about any, that i'm on the last quarter of the year with circumstances almost the same.
Now as i look on things i have ignored, i get to see more the things i have tried to pay attention to. To set views that are crooked, to sight on things that really matters.
It goes with the thought that when you are on a very loud environment, you get to appreciate silence more. Like water to drought, like sanity to madness, like relief to pain, like joy to sadness.
