Do you mind me working here?
It’s been three transformative years since I joined the workforce in various workplaces, where the stark injustice seems basic and digestible in a plight, from the utmost scars made by cruelty to the healing process that suddenly bumped into my current phase of the aftermath. I had no inkling that an abode where positivity breathes was somehow real. Here, smiles are genuine, laughter is contagious, and love is palpable.
I’m eternally grateful for this one-in-a-million abode, encircled by cultured people who hold their tendencies, who neither think they’re the coolest nor take someone down a peg or two, who are kind but not afraid of saying no, who set boundaries, who agree to disagree, who understand both solemn and funny timings, and who don’t project the dim-witted ever since.
The critical but not arrogant ones. Reliable and not self-centered. None of us feel lashed out at. This merry abode, albeit pure and simple, can uplift everyone who steps inside as if it says, “Please, come in!”.
It vows justice from the very beginning, precisely. My visceral was in doubt at first, what some may call trust issues. Yet these juveniles taught me to trust one more time, arguably. Something in my mind was almost altered. I don’t see polarisation as a common thing here; that usually scatters elsewhere.
For lack of a better word, far-fetched. It’s time to get down to purity and honesty. “Let go of your water under the bridge: no one will ever dim your light again, inevitably,” my visceral says.
Am I living in a utopian world?
Perhaps, but don’t get it twisted; it’s not heaven on earth. On the flip side, the genuine ones are the real winners in plain sight. The odyssey of angst slowly absorbs into the air, mending itself from the very core. “Make yourself at home” isn’t a mere courtesy. They genuinely meant it!
Showmanship and interpersonal skills are their bedrock, and so am I.
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