At the MRT

I had to take the MRT from Cubao to Ortigas this afternoon. While waiting for my ride I observed this lady janitor who kept mopping the green cement floor, with her long, tall, obviously industrial strength mop, to clear it of footprints. I had the urge to tap her shoulder and make her aware of the fact that what she is doing is really an exercise in futility. But I didn't. I figured she knew that already and the only reason she keeps at it is the fact that she's getting paid for doing such a task.

I wish I were her. I wish I could mop floors day in and day out without contemplating the futility of my existence. I wish I could go through life without asking too many damn complicated questions! I wish!