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September 26 Out of the Frying PanIt has been almost one year to the day since my beginning, but now it seems I'm at an ending. What on earth am I talking about? My job of course! One year of three and a half hours a day travel. One year of endless support calls, each more annoying than the next. One year of walking fifteen minutes each way up hills and through bush to get to work. One year of sleepless nights. One year of something as close to hell as one can get outside of a war zone. One year of being underpaid, overworked, and stressed out beyond belief with what amounted to close to 60 hour weeks without more than one week of holidays.
But now it will end, and as with all endings, it makes me emotional and sentimental. I've met some great people at my current job, and in all likelihood I'll not see many of them ever again. It has led me to think at the countless numbers of people who have touched our lives, leaving their mark in indelible ink (and I'm not just talking about tattooists). Our individual histories are filled with cameo appearances from friends, enemies and neutrals alike. The grade two teacher. The bus driver. Your best friend from primary school who is all but forgotten. Each have shaped us and grown us in different ways. Some have opened our eyes to new possibilities. Others have led us down paths we have regretted. In all cases their actions are reflected in eternity.
The machinations which drive our world never cease to amaze me. Amid the chaos, violence, pollution and hatred lie individuals. Individuals who define reality as we know it. The world will one day forget the exploits of Shakespeare, Einstein and Galileo. We will one day forget the lessons of the Second World War. The passage of time will remove our remembrance of Picasso. One thing that will not change though is the way in which individuals shape the world. Our actions are writing the future and our thoughts are paving our destiny. With less than a sentence we can destroy a relationship. With a mere word our city can be reduced to dust.
Through it all though, one thing remains, the power of the individual to change others lives. And in the end, is not the most profound moment in human history the beliefs, suffering and redemption of one man. TrackbacksWeblogs that reference this entry
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