When you first start working at a place you really wanted to, you do your best, go above and beyond and take pride in your work. But then things get monotonous, leadership fails you, and you find that your co-workers have nothing to do but talk bad about each other.
You then think of your first day and what lead to this very moment. Then you stop giving your all, stop going above and beyond and you stop taking pride in your work. You imagine scenarios in your head about the moment when you tell your boss you’re resigning with a big smile on your face; but soon this smile will fade away as you realize you don’t have an alternative job as it is hard to find a new job in a bad economy. The picture of your family at your desk reminds you of obligations, mouths to feed, and taxes to pay, so you decide to swallow your pride and continue doing this shitty job by putting a fake smile every morning and pretending you will be okay.
I’m going to share with you a snippet of Matt Haig book’s “Reasons to stay alive”, this is very thought provoking about how the world manipulate our minds, I would like to know your opinions about this matter.
The world is increasingly designed to depress us. Happiness isn’t very good for the economy. If we were happy with what we had, why would we need more? How do you sell an anti-ageing moisturizer? You make someone worry about ageing. How do you get people to vote for a political party? You make them worry about immigration. How do you get them to buy insurance? By making them worry about everything. How do you get them to have plastic surgery? By highlighting their physical flaws. How do you get them to watch a TV show? By making them worry about missing out. How do you get them to buy a new smartphone? By making them feel like they are being left behind. To be calm becomes a kind of revolutionary act. To be happy with your own non-upgraded existence. To be comfortable with our messy, human selves, would not be good for business.
Time has locked her in a cage
Where paradise never change
Sarcastic illusions of minds
Whispering closely into the shadows
Waiting the night born up in pieces
No one was there at the right time
The unbearable hours
Standing in half, between past and future
Collecting memories of photographic time
Infinitive request of darkness
Chaotic equations disable dimensions
Time has locked her on a cage
Where illusions had never been changed
(dedicated to someone dear to me)
You are a broken wing bird
Trapped inside this self-made cage
Despite putting your beautiful Mona Lisa smile
Happiness has become a foreign feeling for you
And you’re sinking into a quagmire of your past
Your life now is an endless train of suffering
You’re breathing but I feel as if you have passed away
In fact, I met your ghost yesterday
And I realized how I much I miss the old you
Please come back to me
I won’t allow you to be consumed by the flames of your hell
The world is a beautiful place with you in it
I can’t change your past
But together we can start the life journey all over