Bone tired

I feel every single bone in my body throb with pain, my feet have grown blisters upon bulging blisters, and my face aches with the fake smiles I had to plaster on. I could hardly drag my weary, bruised body home yet sleep eludes me tonight. My head is pounding a dull beat and my body is too wired up to relax. Boxing week was damn hectic, I’m glad its somewhat over. I guess a few more hours curled up, some t.v, and mom’s good ole’ cooking will do the trick.

My job is definitely boring. The pay is minimum wage, not enough to lead a decent life. But, Alhamdulilah, I have a roof over my head, food in my belly, and the warmth and security of family. I shouldn’t complain. I’m lucky in many areas. I need this job to pay off my loans and have some pocket money, gives me independence and responsibility, and the experience has also opened my eyes and I know that this is not what I want to do with my life. I will have to keep on working hard towards my goals so that I can land the job that I love, make money that I’m worth, and do something that makes a difference. The retail business will consume energy and at the end of the day, it doesn’t make you satisfied with your life. For me hopefully its a stepping stone into more better and greater things.

Everyone has to start at the bottom; that's the only known sure-fire way to the top. No shortcuts. Unless you win the lottery or have super rich parents, which is another story altogether.