Reflection

I enjoy whinging about work.  Although I am of course grateful to be employed and for the resulting financial security, I also get bored easily and don't always feel that I 'fit in'.

It may be because I am a part of the global machine that I despise.  I have little respect for many of the so-called industry leaders that I am supposed to emulate, and I'm frightened that, someday, before I know it - I may even be one of those leaders.  I'm a sell-out, and I know it.

As a result, I can be hyper-aware of the things that I disagree with, such as workers toiling away in a grey world for the benefit of shareholders, board members and the CEO's grossly inflated salaries.

I can on and on (and I probably will at some point).  But, today is November 11th - Remembrance Day.  As my little family and I paused at 11:00 to observe a minute of silence, we reflected on the many heroes who gave their lives so that people like me could enjoy the freedoms that I currently enjoy.

Today, I thought about how lucky I am and how insignificant my various issues are.  I don't have to know what it feels like to be staring death in the face and to continue marching on against the evils of the world, or to endure the rampant sickness, despair and insanity of war, a world away from loved ones.

I don't know very many people who could imagine what war is really like.  All I know is that I am a very, very lucky person to be living here, at this place and at this time, after so many had given their lives.  And for that, I am eternally grateful.

Lest We Forget.