Now the day is over…
Yesterday marked the end of my 10 days holiday and I resume work today. While a part of me feels this way :), the greater part feels 😦 (who doesn’t like awoof 😉 ). I am re-entering the world of struggle and hustle and I ask myself if it is really worth it. What’s with the working hard to make ends meet when you are not fulfilled at the end of it all?
Maybe I feel depressed… or just being lazy, but the thought of going back to the ‘real’ world is scary. The usual normal frenzy where everyone is remote-controlled by the fear of ‘No Work, No Pay’ and no one stops to say ‘hello’ or ‘I’m sorry’. Just rush, rush and more rush.
I don’t even want to think of the bus conductor who will insult you for giving him a large denomination or the curses yelled by the motorist who feels you cheated her by jumping the queue in the mad traffic. What about the passerby who pretends not to notice he just stepped on your foot as you try to protect your bag from pick-pockets in Oshodi… Annoying, isn’t it?
Well, life goes on and I must set sail again. In years to come, I do not want to look back into my past and regret I did not make the right move at the right time. So I am looking past the negativity and focusing rather on opportunities to help me achieve a fulfilled life. I have a confidence and my heart has been singing a song. HIS EYE IS ON THE SPARROW AND I KNOW HE WATCHES ME.
No, the day isn’t over. It has just begun.