How many times a day do you question yourself?
I don’t necessarily mean in the sense of ‘Who am I?’ or ‘What am I doing with my life?’, but more along the lines of questioning the authenticity of your own morale. Am I a good person? Does my judgment have positive or negative consequence?
Every day while I am at work waiting a table I question whether or not it is really important to be kind to the people I am serving. I’m waiting their table, how much of an impact can I really make on someone by bringing them coffee and under-cooked burgers? And besides, even if they do remember my name by the time they leave the restaurant, will they remember it by the end of the day? The next reminder of the meal I served them will probably be the bowel that manifests from their unequivocal humanoid routines. In the great struggle for greatness, we all must spend time at the bottom, working for the greater good of others before we build enough for the others to want to work for the greater good of our own. I wait tables. That makes me unimportant. Right?
Read More →