Your life

[ZenitYerkes]

I wonder what's in the mind of the people that works on the most thankless jobs. Think on the cashier of the supermarket or the McDonalds who was to withstand hours in the same place doing the same task over and over again. The sweepers and garbage collectors who pick your sh*t everyday. The guards who have to stay in their lodges all night long, to keep you safe.

I see them, I see persons there working on the most thankless jobs in the world.

A question pops out in my mind.

"What would you need to do before dying?"

Do you want to experience the wonderful fun photocopying could bring you? Or the excitement of cleaning the puke of the clients' kids? Perhaps you'd rather be in a cubicle, in front of an eyesoring screen from 9 to 5? Or serving food in a cheap restaurant?

No? Then why do it if it's not your lifedream? Why not, for example, go live in the countryside? Or work at the NASA, or be a veterinary if your passion is taking care of animals? How about, writing, drawing? Why not achieve your goals, follow your calling in life?

Because we need money.

All those people work on the most thankless jobs in the world, because they need money. And in time, as we realize that being an artist, a NASA engineer, a doctor; is out of our possibilities, we begin to get used to our current routine, letting the dream die. And eventually, the young ideals are laughed at by the conformist adult. The are all replaced by our plasma television, our Chevrolet, our carpet, our fridge,... Replaced by the fleeting satisfaction a car can bring, or a new iPod, a new laptop, a loft, your furniture.

We are dependent to money. We depend on what we buy to survive. We depend on what we have to determine what we are.

And the void the dead dreams leave is futilely filled by things that can scarcely be a long-term painkiller.

And that makes us forget a single person's willpower is enough to reach every single place we want to. Forget we are free to make with our lives what we want. Forget we are limited by what we let limite us.

Forget that we can still work for something that could give our life a meaning; and not wonder, when we have 70 years, why we hadn't lived.

Audaces fortuna iuvat - Fortune favors the brave