Makati during weekends

Makati is different during the weekends. There are less people, less traffic. It becomes a breeze traveling through Makati Avenue; no unnecessary hold up at the intersection of Jupiter street, nor at Gil Puyat avenue. Even the air seems to exude a certain freshness peculiarly absent when people are bustling around. It feels unrestricted and, literally, roomy.

Which was also the feeling I had when I entered the office yesterday. The lack of any other lawyers shuffling one paper too many made me feel relaxed. I wasn't too careful and composed when I did my business. My speakers were on, the whole room was filled with music I like and no one was there to be bothered with it. Even the use of Lex Libris was better. I didn't have to be conscious of using all the software windows for fear that others may not be able to access the same (only a certain number of windows can be opened at any given time due to license issues).

Yes, Makati is different during the weekends. And I like it.

There is something to be said about rediscovering the beauty of a place that has seemingly lost its splendor due only to familiarity. The once overwhelming structures and buildings which dissolve in the background weeks after their first viewing reclaim their wonder when, in a single day, the monotony of routine is broken. When the wave of the same thing disappears and alerts the mind that something is different, when the mind sharpens its senses once more in hope of identifying that which has become different, we discover the most wonderful things. We perceive that which has always been there yet we have never seen, or better yet, that which we have already seen but soon forgotten.

Funny how this happens to most of us most of the time. How we allow ourselves to get jaded with so many inconsequential things and events and routine that we are unable to see new ones as they come; or worse, how we allow ourselves to get swallowed by monotony that we forget what we have always known and truly enjoyed before. 

Like home. Like friends. Like love.

Or even like the love of writing. 

I wonder if, like Makati during the weekends, I can look at myself constantly in a different light, in an angle I have never seen before, and remember those that I have already forgotten, do the activities I haven't done in a long while, and write the insights that have already been suppressed to the recesses of my mind.

I wonder if I could re-invent myself and manifest a change that others, even the closest of my friends, would be surprised to discover. 

If only to re-live the wonders that come with them.

If only to free some clutter in my life to make room for another someone.

If only to shine anew for those that have already gone by.

Yes, Makati is different during the weekends. And I like it.