With dust flying around the air as next swing of the shovel goes into the air, throwing gravel for next hole to fill up. The sound of complains coming by those who struggle with hangovers from last nights drinking; complains about hard work we’re doing for our own pleasures, which come after our time and strength are put into the work. Thought about telling them they shouldn’t repeat their mistakes about coming here with slight hangovers and have that wish of having one can of beer – to set them free from mornings torture.
I kept questioning my self the need for making a decision like that; decision of plunging their bellies with alcohol in evenings. A thought occurred to me recently, when trying to have a decent human conversation with one of them and quickly discovering it lasting for a brief moment. Perhaps their minds aren’t interested in ordinary conversation and are completely somewhere else.
With beer crossing their minds often during the day; the constant thought about grabbing one out of the fridge after work. Feeling of relieving to take over and to feel the success in getting through the struggle, struggle which born because of yesterdays poor choices. Keep going through the same cycle over and over; a cycle that can stop depending on individual knowing when to stop.
I decided to not pursue the idea of pouring beer down to my throat and sit in the same spot on the couch, with the same remote in my hand as last evening. To gain thought of rewarding my self for getting through this day. I like to believe that there is more to it than just a simple reward at the end and I like to call it decision; the decision to make better choices for tomorrow ahead. That is a reward we can give to each other, for each of us has to decide what’s best.
“When you have to make a choice and don’t make it, that is in itself a choice” – Roy Disney