The Sardines

theraccoonarmy
Jun 13, 2025
4 min read

Updated: 3 days ago

Today I saw sardines as am walking to the gym.

It’s slightly wet Friday morning with some drizzles.

My OOTD include, fav green short short and sunglasses both from H&M , white cropped T shirt with slight coffee stain and a red hot Zara ‘ jacket to complete the look.

With sunglasses on, in my head I was fab.

The sardines were jammed inside the morning LUAS.

Some leaning on the glass doors looking outside.

Looking at me.

All in mostly black or dark blue jackets/tops likely heading to work as it seems.

Gloomy , tensed faces , bitch faces hardly a single smile seen .

Silently screaming " I hate work"

They might envy or cursing at me , in fairness it's not easy to be sardine.

It’s hard to be positive and productive at work when our day started negatively.

Some probably didn't get to rest or sleep last night.

Some missed their breakfast or dinner.

Regardless, we are expected to serve to deliver again and again like the perfect machine all the time.

Our worth often measured by our output.

Eventually our well beings suffer and sadly nobody actually cared.

Busy people are wrongly seen as better people.

We are disposable when we no longer needed we simply tossed out and replaced in no time.

The genuinely hard working one usually destroyed and consumed by the system until there is nothing left.

When we are broken, we are treated as if we have failed that we didn’t do enough or try harder.

The world eat the goods and forget their names.

Kindness is sadly a liability in this modern society.

I was once sardine too but maybe more like the struggling anchovy for 40 years.

A quite a long time to be one before I said no to everything I was before.

I said it many times, thanks to god for setting me free from that painful cycle.

The job was never mine anyway.

Thanks for giving me the courage to take on this journey.

Imagine rushing to work early all wet in heavily crowded public transport for the endless works and the fun dealing with painfully toxic or lazy colleagues.

I took bus for 15 years commuting outside the city for work. The service was average but their timing was getting more and more unreliable due to heavy traffic .

Sometimes I took the bus ride with rude driver and sometime there be rude passengers onboard.

The inconsiderate one speaking loudly on the phone or listening to music or sport on the loud speaker when thats the only time I had hope for some quiet rest.

Nobody needs to know about your life or hear your lovely voice.

Late 5 minutes, then all I got to see was the back of the bus waving away.

Another hour of joy waiting outside for the next bus to come.

Outside which can be very cold or wet if it’s raining.

I feel very sorry for the sardines.

I hope they soon be freed.

I hope they want to be freed.

I hope they remember they are not just sardines.

Many value work as their everything and it’s okay working themselves to death.

We afraid of working smart and rarely prioritise our well-being.

Working hard doesn’t guarantee anything.

If you think we have to work hard to prove our worth then good for you.

I worked very hard for many years but just barely surviving and almost lost myself.

Most of the money just gone paying for the lifestyle.

I have less money now but for change am living and am happier.

Does life have to be hard?

I believe we have the power to manifest.

The privilege granted to all of us.

The fascinating knowledge I learned and experienced recently.

It is an art but perfecting the art is the challenge and mystery.

I could understand how manifestation might works by applying the quantum mechanics.

The String Theory proposed the fundamental of reality is the vibrational strings which can exist in infinite state.

The act of observation ( consciousness/ intention) will collapse the infinite quantum state to finite and all around us is the quantum field which respond to us.

I have both succeeded and failed to manifest my wishes.

Remember the success story where I escaped all my three rostered on calls last March-April.

They were all surprisingly covered by my colleagues without any prior swaps done.

Nobody likes to do the demanding medical registrar on call duty and I simply wished I didn't have to do them.

I still attended the handover for the on call bleep because I wasn't sure if my manifestation would succeed but yes it did and not just one but three times!

I was the happiest man on earth.

My manifestations delivered.

Am no manifestation expert and honestly still very much confused.

It's no surprise my affirmations failed.

The universe doesn't care or listen to what we want.

I learned that coherent is very important in which our thoughts must aligned with our actions.

If we are incoherent then the universe/ quantum field will take it as mixed signals and chances is we will fail.

The subconscious mind is way more powerful than the conscious mind and that’s the key to manifestation .

I have no clue how to align the subconscious mind to manifest.

I believe whatever meant for me will be mine eventually.

Learning to trust the process and forget the control.

Saying that, am thankful to the many blessings I had.