Lately, I haven’t been feeling much of anything. I got so caught up in the routine that I have become so passive.
The motivation is just not there. It’s bad and I know it’s bad but man I got so lazy that I just ignore it.
Then my sister emails me a news clip from Indonesian newspaper. The newspaper reporter went to a very remote area in Indonesia and snaps a picture of local kids on their way to school.
It breaks my heart and put me to shame. These kids have to walk 6 K to school one way also have to cross this “bridge” with the risk of falling into the river. They endure all that for school, to better educate themselves, to better their life and their future.
Judge by their uniform, these are elementary students, so they can’t be more than 12 years old.
Here I am, living a very convince life and still complaining. I realize that when things get tough instead of fighting I curl and just wish it to go away. Instead of working harder try to make it better I makes zillion of excuses to feel sorry about myself and act like a victim.
I vow to make changes in my life and instead of lay down and dreaming to actually wake up and work to make it come true.