There are days when I feel that the world is so unjust. Everything bothers me: my job, my room, my debt, my lack of time, my lack of motivation. I feel mistreated, misunderstood, and taken for granted. I feel that my talents are not truly appreciated, that people do not see how hard I work and how much effort I give. This self-righteous chip on my shoulder causes feelings of anger, and the expression of such feelings, alienation and upset in those around me. In my self-imposed bubble of isolation, I then experience a moment of honesty:
I am the problem.
All around the world there are beautiful, talented people who are not appreciated, not validated, mistreated, misunderstood and overworked. And what do they do? They work through it with integrity and strong, admirable character. They prove themselves, earn respect and rise, weightless, to the top. They can float, because their conscience does not weigh them down.
Be better than this.
(Painting by Rene Magritte.)
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