A note on failure

As much as you want the moment to just be as fleeting as a blink of an eye, the curse of failure is that every moment it unravels, a pang of pain strikes through. One after the other. Usually dragging for hours, even days and worst, years. Fresh and seething.

A bitter pill that is the toughest to swallow, failures habitually measure a person's character. More often than not, the engulfing guilt that ensues becomes too unbearable that we naturally settle for the easier route out -- by switching the blame.

Fast forward to reality. While my job has been concupiscible by nearly everyone I share my exploits with, what I was able to experience recently really blew me away.

On top of the great trips, the hearty food, the incomparable pampering and the norm of happy endings that continually amaze me. What others have been reveling on my being part of WE are only knickknacks of what i've scratched from the surface.

Something worth keeping and being grateful lies invaluably underneath those perks. The gem of all gems. The icing on top of the icing.


WE is undoubtedly a family.
That I proudly felt myself.

A family like everyone else that withstands unredeemably maddening obstacles and wild misunderstandings. With a dash of squabble and a little lecture on the side, you could mistake WE to be among the streamline departments of Manila Bulletin. Substandard and disconnected. That's where a thorough clarification must be made.

What sets WE apart is while mainstream pseudo-families talk about one another's mistake behind their backs, during moments of discord. WE has this amicable convention of looking upon each other. You don't feed your brother to the snakes, as the saying goes. Which what I'm guessing is WEs basic credo.

As other teams address conflicts by everyone trying to rid themselves of their accountability, or quite acceptably dissociating themselves from the complication. Yesterday's mistake of the palpable ended up with all three of us willingly taking more than our actual share of the blunder. Followed by earnestly planning the modes of defense in order to keep those kinds of occurrences at bay the next time. Behind the pranks and the laughs of our 'notable talk,' we all came to terms with the fact that what has happened is something that we can no longer change, much as we want to. And that the best path to walk through is by learning from this forsaking experience while keeping our values and responsibilities at eye level.

If that's not being family, I don't know what else to call it.

Now this is why I consider my job a DREAM JOB worthy of all the envy from out there.