Reality series

So I'm starting this "series" in my blogs where I paint a picture of the realities I see in my life. It may be nothing to some, but still, that's the reality of it - my reality.

Reality:

I saw an immigrant worker lock up and close his food station. I saw him do a good job keeping it clean and making sure to lock everything that was supposed to be locked for the night; that everything was clean and ready for the next morning. He checked to see if he got himself together - wallet, keys, music - then he politely (with a genuine smile) says good night and bye to the rest of the staff then heads home. He's happy to have a job, to have gotten paid for one more day.

So sad that some privileged Americans (and non-Americans) who have better paying jobs/careers and opportunities than him and don't do half as a thorough job (I think it's called laziness), not to mention with a smile. What is that word? Diligent? Yeah, that little man had diligence in whatever task is offered to him at the moment. That's the way the world works. Some less fortunate people earning a honest living don't get paid much, and those who get paid more take it for granted through their performance. "Oh I'm not happy w/ my job", "my job sucks".... so do something about it! Switch jobs or change attitudes. "But it's not that easy". No shit, Sherlock. Nothing worth having is gonna be easy. Where have you been? Think of this way: It could be worse. At least while we have the opportunity to have CHOICES. Choices is what this immigrant did NOT have, but still worked diligently in his tasks.

I should mention that this post is not screaming at anyone in particular (I'm not even mad), if you, dear reader, are getting bothered by my tone. It's just I've been through a lot of the "I'm not happy" phases, and I knew nothing was going to change if I didn't initiate change. Mental or physical change. Whatever. Whatever it took to make daily life more livable without negative thoughts. I didn't do it by myself - I have those who love me and care about me and urge me on to greener pastures. (mooo..) =P

I still struggle with it everyday. But there will be that little man (or woman) who serve as visual examples that it could be worse, that LIFE really IS GOOD, no matter what bullshit is going on. You're loved/breathing/moving/loving back/thinking, right? Enough said.

That's the reality of it.