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"The Wanderer" met co-workers in a tavern. Beings who, like him, lived their lives: pursuing a unique mission. And just like "The Wanderer", they also fought their internal battles and lived a path full of conflicts.
"The Wanderer" hears a poet say...
"In a world where we compete... Not everyone will be winners. After all, for some to win, it is inevitable that many others will lose. But answer: What happens in a world, where every living being, and every piece of that environment, everything fights in unity... for everyone who lives in it, which is the result?
45 - Colleagues.
The atmosphere is abour making the most of that of a night out, everyone is having fun with their vices. Some drink, some eat, some smoke. Others laugh, sing, jump, dance, as if life were an eternal party.
In that tavern the party never ends. It is available to any bohemian, every hour of the day, every day of the week. The end is a choice, the fun ends, when someone ends their night. And returns, to the normal world.
Nothing can hurt. There are no fights, or broken hearts, there are no arguments, but rather, civilized conversations. Everything is so perfect, that whoever leaves the place, leaves whenever they want, because they are satisfied.
In fact, the happiness there is so unshakable and the universe of this tavern is so safe and pleasant, that whoever leaves the place is tired of peace. And he wants to return to the chaotic world he lives in.
In other words, just: Sometimes we want peace and calm, life without madness and tragedy, ironically, doesn't have the same fun.
Someone starts counting their week. "The Wanderer" begins to pay more and more attention to the conversation, until he listens to the speech with such complete attention that he ends up memorizing it.
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The speech went like this...
"I work for a healing place, in one of those companies that tries to fit its employees into the rat race.
My colleagues, ALMOST EVERYONE. Seriously, the vast majority are honest people who are against gossip, betrayal and "rug pulling".
They are also, like me, people far from the highest positions in the hierarchy. My direct superiors are in the middle of the hierarchy, they are not bad people, in fact, they are hard-working people who understand, collaborate and help lower-level workers.
The immediate superiors are good people, but unfortunately, (I think/feel) that, in the end, they turn a blind eye to the barbarities committed by the absolute bosses.
In general, we help each other, especially because we understand that we are in the same boat, and my immediate superiors are understanding, as they remember that they started in the same position as me, and each one of us, has their battles and their own journeys.
They don't see people like me (their subordinates) as tools, but as people. People who certainly have a complicated life story. After all, those who need the salary work there, no one in my position loves what they do, but even so, they do it with competence and respect.
Maybe some are afraid. Not afraid of people, but of the possibility of finding themselves without a salary. And we all have bills to pay.
Sometimes my boss says:
- "You attract what you think and feel", I answer:
"Okay, find a kid with some terminal illness and tell them that."
I fight for what I believe in, and I believe in balance. Equality is a fallacy, because we are not equal. But balance can be a reality, because I see balance in nature.
I just would like that my colleagues to think: who would the managers manage, if all my colleagues and I were absent. It's the workers who make the wheels turn, but we need each other.
Balance defends an idea of collective help, no one is independent, to the point of not needing the other. We need bosses and subordinates. But life is made of cycles. The balance is in asking, helping and receiving.
The imbalance lives in disunity. When someone forces and oppresses. When someone suffers in silence.