Cruelty of Life

I always say i wanna work a few more years in the corporate world first before moving on to maybe teaching.

I wanna see what is it like.

Now i begin to wonder, what do i want to see.

In this place, there are no sense of righteousness. People go where it benefits oneself. People do all sorts of things to succeed,to gain favour. People are not concern about human and feelings, they are more concern about news.

Fortunately or not, probably because of my post, everyone is "nice" to me. But really i bet not too many are genuine.

Sometimes, i really wonder what is it. Man's sinful nature? They always tell me:
" To protect myself"
" To be careful"
"You are young, you must learn slowly learn to deal with people"

Why do fellow workers be hard and cruel to fellow workers. Aren't we suppose to be on the same line? Or is it because really only the fittest survive.

I feel horrible coming to work, because in this place there's no justice or righteousness to speak of. Because this is a place where my values are mere idealistic dreams. Where a pure heart will only be polluted and harden. But

" I will fear no evil
For my God is with me
And if my God is with me
Whom then shall i Fear?
Whom then shall i fear?
There will be an end to this trouble,
But until that day comes, I'll live to know You are here"


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