I sat in the comfort of my grandparents’ house, enjoying the rain and the “Cat Concerto” episode of Tom and Jerry with my grandfather.
Munching on one of my grandmother’s fresh, scrumptious rotis, I saw a monkey suddenly swing onto the bars on our door.
My grandfather encouraged me to offer it my roti; it gently accepted the gift.
Peering in, my new friend stared with interest at the TV.
The curious monkey, my grandfather, and I watched the rest of Tom and Jerry’s adventure together, astonished at the harmony that exists between humans and animals in our world.
It's not easy to live and work in a big city, 'cause the competition is so fierce and you can barely balance your job and your life.
It's not easy to live in a small city, 'cause everyone around you will think they have a say in how you live and you're basically living your life for others.
I live in one of the busiest city in the world and I just had a dinner with a former classmate several days ago.
She gave up. And she had decided to go back home.
"Sad." I thought. But I didn't stop her, because it was her own choice.
I, on the other hand, have a well paid job. So my life is quite good in my point of view.
But I, too, had my tough days in the first few years after I came here.
And even now, sometimes I got overwhelmed by the workload.
But I conquered them. And they made me stronger.
I know it's hard to live in such a big city.
And I know it's also hard to live in a small city like my hometown, just in a different way.
But I chose here because it has the very thing that I cherish the most: the freedom to live my own life.
Logan recently recalled a sentence from a book he had read.
The team I work in just had 2 new interns, and I happen to be their supervisor .
After today's lunch break, I saw that one of them was reading things on her smartphone, maybe on some social network, I guessed.
I went to her and said "There's another document here needing traslation. Do you have time to finish it for me?"
That document was not in her assigned workload. But I thought I could let her challenge herself a little bit with it, seeing that she seemed to have time.
"Yes, I do have time." She said, "But I'm just an intern."
I didn't quite know what to say back then. After a while I mumbled "Right. Yes."
And I turned around and left.
I recalled the time when I was an intern for the first time. I, too, managed to finish my workload so fast, just like her.
So I asked my supervisor "Is there anything else that I can help?"
And she happened to have a plan to make. But she didn't have time. So she let me do the research and make a draft for her.
I was not very familiar with the job but still tried to carry it out based on my understanding and make it as professional as possible.
And my supervisor was really satisfied with the draft. Later, she told me "You saved me a lot of time. I didn't need to create it from scratch."
And she told me in details how should I have done the plan differently. I learned a lot about the operation in the process.
After that, she had come to trust me like completely.
I got my current job all because of her recommondation.
Yes, I was just an intern with a low salary. But I bought a better future with my extra labor.
There's a kind of poverty called short-sightedness.