As we had one for the road after watching the Ugandan match at a small bar a few miles away from the stadium, we delved so much into life talks with my brother. We spoke about careers and much more as we had a few beers. We had last met a few months ago and we had a lot to talk about.
What stood out most was at just how much we live in rather different and detached lives. He told me about irregularities that were in his job & it hit me really hard. We went on and on about quite a number of things but the one thing continued to ring a bell and kept me uneasy.
For a while now, I’ve been silently contemplating about resigning from my current job. It’s not about the money, not about the environment or even my boss. All that is in place and admirable but for some reason I’ve bore thoughts of leaving. However, every when I talk to other people about their hustles, I continue to thank the almighty for my Job, I continue to be grateful for where I am, my Job and my life.
See I’ve heard stories of what people earn, what they do and go through to earn a living and I feel guilty that I’m indeed in a far better off place.
I’ve learnt to appreciate what I have in front of me, cherish each and every amount of luck that seemingly falls in my path. It might not be the best in your eyes but you’re what someone else admires to be. It may not be something you like anymore but it maybe what someone else is dying for to have.
It may not be well but be grateful for what you have, there are folks out there that would die to take your place and be just like you.