Why do we worry so much? We worry about what we’ll do tomorrow, how our hair looks, our make up, if we should join a gym, get married, go to university, get a good job.
What happened to living for the day? I wake up every morning thanking a God I don’t believe in that I awake in the first place. That I can use my arms, my hands, my legs. I wake up thinking “What am I going to do today?”
I work in a care home for the elderly with severe dementia. It’s a crap wage for a job many people can’t do, it’s giving me experience for when I become a fully qualified nurse, it’s draining mentally and physically, however I love my job. I wouldn’t change it for anything. I feel honoured that I’m taking care of lives.
Working there has given me a completely different view on life. It made me realise I take so much for granted. We ALL do. We spend our youth wanting to be older, worrying about things we should take in our stride. I have experienced abuse from the hand of a family member, a broken heart, having a brush with death numerous times, depression, anxiety, borderline poverty. I thought my life was a trainwreck, and at one point it was. However working where I do made me realise people out there have it so bad and we don’t even know.