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Today must be a trough in the up and down of events in my life.
Here's a list
1. Abdulla failed to show up
2. That Holidays manager talked to me like I was the stupidest thing in the world. I held my ground nicely though.
3. I delayed Nicola's going home by an hour due to wrong information on when the conference call would happen.
4. I hung out with Ahmed who:
A. reminded me how little i earned
B. told me he got paid monthly 21k by doing nothing at one point.
C. told me he had 2 commercial land.
D. told me his government sent him the the USA to work.
E. criticized how expats aren't really free in Dubai
Humbled and then painfully aware of my relative position in the scheme of things. I've managed to build a pleasantville again the past few months I've been here and now it's basically shattered into fragments and I'm forced to look at things like a pessimist would see it. Being an optimist, when this happens, it ain't a walk in the park.
I guess I should retreat to my core and find out how to solve this. I know that I am grateful for the things I have achieved. I know that life isn't a race with other people, and the only thing that's really important are the things I learn along the way. I know material things are illusory. But that's the subjective part of it. Objectively, as I'm bound to reflect in times like these, what do I really have? I work in a company that doesn't pay very much (relativey so I shouldn't complain) but recognizes my abilities. I live in a country that treats my nationality like second class citizens. I work hard every day and am satisfied with the results, and get due credit and good reputation because of it.
In the end though, when money as a "report card" is the point of view, where am I? Why is my life always so full of everything else BUT money? I know my life is a reflection of my central principles, one of which treats money as just a secondary aim in life, but sometimes events make me realize how unfair everything seems to be.
Let me whine. I need to whine. And I'm not looking for advice.
Here's a list
1. Abdulla failed to show up
2. That Holidays manager talked to me like I was the stupidest thing in the world. I held my ground nicely though.
3. I delayed Nicola's going home by an hour due to wrong information on when the conference call would happen.
4. I hung out with Ahmed who:
A. reminded me how little i earned
B. told me he got paid monthly 21k by doing nothing at one point.
C. told me he had 2 commercial land.
D. told me his government sent him the the USA to work.
E. criticized how expats aren't really free in Dubai
Humbled and then painfully aware of my relative position in the scheme of things. I've managed to build a pleasantville again the past few months I've been here and now it's basically shattered into fragments and I'm forced to look at things like a pessimist would see it. Being an optimist, when this happens, it ain't a walk in the park.
I guess I should retreat to my core and find out how to solve this. I know that I am grateful for the things I have achieved. I know that life isn't a race with other people, and the only thing that's really important are the things I learn along the way. I know material things are illusory. But that's the subjective part of it. Objectively, as I'm bound to reflect in times like these, what do I really have? I work in a company that doesn't pay very much (relativey so I shouldn't complain) but recognizes my abilities. I live in a country that treats my nationality like second class citizens. I work hard every day and am satisfied with the results, and get due credit and good reputation because of it.
In the end though, when money as a "report card" is the point of view, where am I? Why is my life always so full of everything else BUT money? I know my life is a reflection of my central principles, one of which treats money as just a secondary aim in life, but sometimes events make me realize how unfair everything seems to be.
Let me whine. I need to whine. And I'm not looking for advice.
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