I still hate Tumblr.

But I figure there’s really no other place to write about this. So eh. I’ll be a hypocrite for a couple minutes.

Inspiration is fickle. It’s a lot like a candle. It flickers, it wavers, it dims and it extinguishes. It’s hot, painful; and sometimes it’s just not enough. This analogy is horrible. I apologize. Now I’m gonna digress. But like. It all comes together. Yeah. Shhh.

Work is an exhausting thing. Yeah, it sucks that I’m complaining, but just wait. It’s tiring, and to be honest, I never really want to go. I know it’s money, and I am thankful to have a job in the first place, no matter how wack or not wack it is. Haha. There’s a kid at my work who’s probably my age, or a couple years older. He’s got a slight mental disability; and with that, a slight speech impediment, I suppose. I don’t even know his name. He kind of just changes garbages and cleans, and such. But I passed by him one day in the back, and I smiled and said hello. And he grinned a subtle grin; but it was beautiful (in a manly way. duh). I asked him how he was, and he said he was good. And as I continued on my walk to the next room over, he remarked that a customer had gotten mad at him. I stopped and asked him what had happened.

The customer asked him where something was, and he (being new as he was), had no idea. And so he told the customer he didn’t know. And the customer (probably harshly) swore at him. I was disappointed (and a little disgusted, to be honest). I’m not.. good at reacting to people. But I expressed my discontent towards the customer to him, and he just smilled.

“Well, what can you do, right?”

I smiled, too, and managed a “yeah”. His positivity was inspiring. My shift flew by. How could I afford to feel at all exhausted or tired or diminished in my resolve when I am so privileged in life? And this boy, what more than me did he have?

Actually, it’s obvious. He was happy with himself and his life. He was overflowing in his positivity, and it was such a beautiful thing. This boy, whether he knows it or not, is a prime example of God’s love and positivity. I feel as if God carried my cross (however light it was) through my coworker’s satisfaction. His cup was, indeed, overflowing. It was incredibly inspiring. So whenever I feel oppressed by my circumstance, I remember his (and His) happiness.

And with that, may God be praised.

ps. I still hate Tumblr.