Working to live
Most of us work for others, to earn our daily bread, money for the family.
It's not only a responsibility to ourselves, but also to our families, little ones at home and all others that rely on us to maintain their living standards. Is this a privilege or burden? A joyful truth of society or an extra load of pressure that has been placed on our shoulders that force us to go on slogging even if our bodies and minds can no longer cope?
Celest doesn't work - she's chosen to stay home, be with the kids, educate them and shout at them when they get naughty. I mean, if they needed to be shouted at, better that you do it yourself right? So, the task to bring the cash home falls onto my lap. On most days, the MCP inside me feels happy at doing the traditional role of the male breadwinner. However, on other days, it almost seems like I'm carry my entire family on my back as I unicycle across a tightrope. If I fail, I take everyone down with me.
I have no choice now. Life has lead us this far and it is our job to get it moving forward in the right direction. Distatster and depression are always just one step behind and just the act of looking back could mean the end.
As they say, when God gives you a load to carry, He would also give you the strength to do it. Now I just need to find it.
It's not only a responsibility to ourselves, but also to our families, little ones at home and all others that rely on us to maintain their living standards. Is this a privilege or burden? A joyful truth of society or an extra load of pressure that has been placed on our shoulders that force us to go on slogging even if our bodies and minds can no longer cope?
Celest doesn't work - she's chosen to stay home, be with the kids, educate them and shout at them when they get naughty. I mean, if they needed to be shouted at, better that you do it yourself right? So, the task to bring the cash home falls onto my lap. On most days, the MCP inside me feels happy at doing the traditional role of the male breadwinner. However, on other days, it almost seems like I'm carry my entire family on my back as I unicycle across a tightrope. If I fail, I take everyone down with me.
I have no choice now. Life has lead us this far and it is our job to get it moving forward in the right direction. Distatster and depression are always just one step behind and just the act of looking back could mean the end.
As they say, when God gives you a load to carry, He would also give you the strength to do it. Now I just need to find it.