Acceptable Survival.

1 day ago

One thing my father taught me well was working hard and clean, attempting always to get excellence in my doing and results, delivering myself into the task in front of me, whatever it was, as it was the more important task ever from which greater things depended on.

One has to do a job the better way possible no matter what or how more or less important you think it is. Do it great and clean after you're done.
My Father

I started working hard early at the countryside, I was about 13 years old, but at that age I was already trained in the use of some countryside working tools. I was the older of 2 sons and there was no other choice but working on weekends and vacations to support my family subsistence, the rest of the time I was studying or helping mom in my domestic tasks training as well. My father always insisted on us (my brother and I) to study and get prepared so in the future we shouldn't have to depend on the countryside works to live, he taught us though, to strengthen us, to give us additional tools to face life in case studies fail, to show us where food was coming from and how hard one had to work to get it in the table. It was a good and useful lesson to learn. I'm not affraid od countryside work, even when I've been about 20 years without doing it, at least with the same frecuency I did then.

Weekend Engagement Week 265

And so I did and have been doing.

I studied and work hard to get a university degree, while kept working at the countryside on weekends and holidays to help my dad to bring food to our table. Once graduated I kept working hard, always applying my father's afvices and fighting for excellence in my work, not for recognition ( that came as well) but for improving my self ahead and prestige my work so it could allow better position my self and to build a better life for me and my family (the birth one and the one I created myself later) without working my ass off at the countryside.

23 years have gone by since I graduated, I have a modest comfortable apartment with almost everything I need, but I didn't earn it, it was ( and most of the things inside) heritaged because of my family's departure from the living kingdom (the birth one). I've had ups and downs, there have been bo stability though I've worked my ass off, I've put effort and deliver in my doing, I've been recognized for my work, but here recognition isn't enough and though I'm surviving pretty acceptable right now considering the restrictions of a failure system which politics block almost every possibility of pesonal development or improvement, I think I deserve more, I deseve a decent life out of my work for me and my family not an acceptable survival in an undeveloped and restrictive country to which its government can not even guarantee electricity for the essentials. I deserve to be free to eat, drink and wear whatever I want and can afford as a result of my work that has some real value, I want to have choices, to recieve a quality service of the phone company I get to chose, I deseve to be able to move from a place if I'm not comfortable there, I deserve to give my kids what they need and not to be planning and saving 3 months to buy one of them a pair of shoes or a backpack for school.

Considering my efforts and what I've worked I'm sure I deseve better than this, surely somewhere else things would had been different.

That's why I think I should have more and that's also why I don't.

Let them come. The move!!!

Alone here? All this whole planet for myself? Heck now!!! It would be a fucken lonely sad and boring experience and probably would end up in a killing myself action.

Let the zombies come!!! It would be dangerous but surely not boring and definitely not lonely..., it would be sad if they reach me and probably would end up in a killing my self action as well in the sake of avoiding their annoying and rudeness bitten. But at least I'd have the chance to fight for life and also get to finally see a zombie in front of me while making the machete samurai move I've been practicing for many years.