You wake up early in the morning with a lot of sleep, without even knowing exactly which is the first foot you are going to move, everything is in slow motion as if you were an old rusty gear that needs to be oiled to get going.
You take a breath, and when 5 minutes pass you get up from the edge of the bed, where it seems incredible to you that you have to repeat the same routine: washing up, getting dressed, taking the briefcase, moving on public transport, but not before going through a series of micro-challenges related to queues, bad smells and other challenges associated with urban planning. Once this stage has been completed, you find yourself locked in 4 walls, where the usual thing is to fill out the same form hundreds of times with the same questions.
People do not stop arriving, each with the same questions: will they give me the credit in 1 week? I am a single mother, I need help from you, can you give me more time to pay? - I can get you who will sell you dollars! , Others make sexual advances to you, some others offer you money, and several even insult you by threatening you with death in case you do not give in to their intentions.
Each one with a different world that they approach you, and the only thing you want is to get out of that damn routine, you want to get together the 5,000 dollars that you need to start your business of selling cheese and thus not having to fill more never in your life a form.
And people, not having to attend more to these people who think you are stupid, and that in exchange for receiving a $2 chocolate you are going to approve a $700 credit.
But that's the lottery of life, you got the winning number to screw you.
This story is fiction, it does not relate to anything that has happened to me, I do not work in any bank or financial institution. I simply wanted to reflect how repetitive and tiring it is to have to deal with certain aspects of life that are repeated, each one differently and at different angles depending on the challenge that each person has.
And I feel very sad as I see that most are still tied to those chains, doing the same thing all the time, working in a place where, being behind a desk, answering the phone in a company of a recognized brand, they feel like gods. But when they start to climb the stairs of the neighborhood where they live and smell the marijuana, they land on the one and forceful reality that gave them their winning lottery number.
I say that it is better to step on the ground and stop living on appearances.
I am agree with you. Doing same things daily make you fee tired from inside and when you don’t have interest in something then don’t do it. Only do those those things which makes you feel happy all the time.