I cried alone today, at working site.
Shit happens as always, just that the pressure was too much today.
When the pressure in your life exceeded the designed pressure you can endure in your mind, then one of the thing that flung on in your mind is to quit. Same like a computer unable to handled the computation, it crashes.
But life does not permit one to just simply quit.
In 1986 a football team that lived on a little island in the south of Thailand called "Koh Panyee". It's a floating village in the middle of the sea that has not an inch of soil. The kids here loved to watch football but had nowhere to play or practice. But they didn't let that stop them. They challenged the norm and have become a great inspiration for new generations on the island.
The pressure is real and living.
And you might not get the benefit of your hardwork at the present time.
You'll question, how come others among you are so well lovely, with money and assets but living as if in paradise while you, stinking in your drenched-sweat shirt, absorbed in your hardwork trying to earn a living.
You got to travel far from your home to workplace, yet you have to work on late.
The salary you got ain't bigger than your friends, who lived a more relaxed comfort life.
Then you ask yourself why? How come?
Among the deepest fears, the deepest cut of pain, the coldest tears, you ask yourself why you did it in the first place?
Then you realised.
You do it for heartwork. This hardlife hard times, are meant for your heartwork.
You put your heart, your best effort into your work, and at this time, shit still happens.
Go on. Don't stop your heartwork.
The small pay you get from your heartwork exceeds all. It's nothing but a masterpiece.
Do something. Don't just talk. Don't just comment. Do something.
Turn your life into a heartwork. It'll be hardwork. But it is beautiful.