This person is really awesome, she used to be my co-worker and I was one of her uhm... police officers so to speak. We were in the service industry sector. Anyway, I've seen her really be the best of herself in that set-up. I mean she is just amazing. She knows her job, and she probably is the only person who doesn't fake empathy and all that sort of skills that one must possess in order to succeed in that kind of work.
Then it hit me, I asked her why are you working here? You are talented. You get to do things done, you're not confined to this dusty little shop and have to bear with the heat and all that ugliness around here. I mean it's a nice shop but more like a garage. She explains to me, things come and go pretty easy so they don't need to be fancy.
She told me basically nothing that would convince me to believe her, she is happy there. Then again, why do we always do that? Why do I always do that to people?
Why do I measure happiness with my own stick? Isn't that too self-righteous? Isn't that something that uneducated and ignorant people do to others and ultimately hurt one another. Why?
I will never know the answer to that question but indeed; it dawned on me that whatever reason she has. No one, not even me as a really good friend is in the position to question her choices. It wasn't even on the pretense that I want her to spend more time with me like normal friends after a day's off.
It was plainly because I know not of what drives her, what motivates her and despite the fact that she wasn't really in a good career shape at this stage I kind of felt that she is more calm, composed and really in her elements.
I must have missed all those things she has to endure within herself to be really good at her old job and at the end of that visit it felt like a little reunion to her presence and to my own sensibility.
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| Vintage Spanish doll I found in Cubao. Nope. I didn't buy it. I just love looking at these things. |
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