On Hardwork

     Hardwork is a humble beginning. I've heard success stories of wealthy people who made it to the top, starting at the bottom. I admire how they endured hardships and get to where they are now. Hardwork, indeed, is paid off in the end.
     Most of the time I can do things and people brand me as a hard worker. I can almost say that I am, until this point in my life. I seem to have viewed myself as irresponsible.
      I've waited a while and had let my sister spend so much for me to get a part time job. However, it turned out that I find the job too heavy. I don't mind it being degrading anymore. I just want to be able to survive every day without fainting or getting a serious sprain. I try to think of it as a challenge, but it turns out that my body is responding to it in an abnormal manner. Maybe all of my colleagues feel the same- back and tricep pain, piercing feet, short breath, painful hardened leg muscle. I've only been there for two days, and I was thinking maybe I get used to it one day, like everybody did.
       I'd like to go back to that work and keep convincing myself that what my body feels is temporary. That the pains will disappear eventually. But what I feel after work makes me pity myself so much. I still feel so much pain physically when I get home, in my sleep, and even the next day when I wake up. I'd love to just grab every day's duty without complaining because I know that my hardwork will be paid off in the end. But I'm in pain-physically. That kind of pain that tortures me the whole time. Even when I'm at home. I'd like to quit it--and prefer to just feel an emotional and intellectual pain. And hope that my loving God makes a way to make me feel better really soon.

Hopes and Prayers.