The hours are long, the body is in the pain, the mind is stressed....Yet I am not willing to give up on fighting this losing battle. I have chosen to fight, fight until I cannot stand up anymore. There have been many instances when I was on the verge of giving up, when I thought I lost it all, when I felt like killing myself for being such a loser. But something in me keeps telling me to fight..fight till my last breathe.
No its not a matter of me having a job, it is not a matter of money, it is not a matter of pride. It is all about justice. Somewhere, somewhere deep inside of me I believe I am this stupid superhero who will put herself through all sorts of trials just to attain justice. I cannot stand people who exploit others, who eat at the cost of another's life. There is no humanity in living at another person's expense. There is no righteousness in putting another's life at stake to save your lazy ass. How can a person exploit and instigate innocent little souls and make them hate people? Our job as adults is to nurture young minds to continue loving the world even when everything seems to be falling apart. Instead, people are busy teaching them to screw their own lives. People are teaching them to hate. People are teaching them to not care for anyone but themselves. People are bribing them with cheap pleasures while taking away from that expensive gift called life. The truth is hard to accept. Its ugly. Its dirty. Its cheap. But, its the truth.
I am a social worker. What good am I, if I cannot bring about a positive change in the place I work? What good I am if I cannot fix the mistakes that I see in front of my eyes. I did not choose this profession for money. I did not choose this profession for social pride. I did not choose this profession for anything but soul satisfaction. I chose it for the joy of putting smiles on people's face. I chose it to be able to help people fix their lives when things go wrong. I chose it so I could help people mend broken pieces of their lives. I chose it because I saw beauty in flaws. I chose it because I saw radiance in imperfection. I chose it cause I was crazy enough to believe I could be a superhero in my own way.
Somewhere in the corner of my heart, I know I am not alone in this struggle. There are many more social workers forced to give up their dreams of changing lives due to dirty work politics, due to people's selfish interests, due to insecurities of incapable bosses. I don't want to be yet another one giving up. I will fight this battle even if I am on the losing end until justice is served or until I cannot really stand anymore.
I may break down, I may cry, I am even weep in the toilet cubicle, but I will not give up. I will wipe my tears, I will pull myself together again. I will stand up with courage and I will not give up until justice is served. For I am a social worker, I will bring the change that I want to see. I will change this losing battle into victory!
If there is someone called God and if that God serves justice, I believe my battle will not go in vain! Inshallah! If God wills, so shall it be. Amen!
No its not a matter of me having a job, it is not a matter of money, it is not a matter of pride. It is all about justice. Somewhere, somewhere deep inside of me I believe I am this stupid superhero who will put herself through all sorts of trials just to attain justice. I cannot stand people who exploit others, who eat at the cost of another's life. There is no humanity in living at another person's expense. There is no righteousness in putting another's life at stake to save your lazy ass. How can a person exploit and instigate innocent little souls and make them hate people? Our job as adults is to nurture young minds to continue loving the world even when everything seems to be falling apart. Instead, people are busy teaching them to screw their own lives. People are teaching them to hate. People are teaching them to not care for anyone but themselves. People are bribing them with cheap pleasures while taking away from that expensive gift called life. The truth is hard to accept. Its ugly. Its dirty. Its cheap. But, its the truth.
I am a social worker. What good am I, if I cannot bring about a positive change in the place I work? What good I am if I cannot fix the mistakes that I see in front of my eyes. I did not choose this profession for money. I did not choose this profession for social pride. I did not choose this profession for anything but soul satisfaction. I chose it for the joy of putting smiles on people's face. I chose it to be able to help people fix their lives when things go wrong. I chose it so I could help people mend broken pieces of their lives. I chose it because I saw beauty in flaws. I chose it because I saw radiance in imperfection. I chose it cause I was crazy enough to believe I could be a superhero in my own way.
Somewhere in the corner of my heart, I know I am not alone in this struggle. There are many more social workers forced to give up their dreams of changing lives due to dirty work politics, due to people's selfish interests, due to insecurities of incapable bosses. I don't want to be yet another one giving up. I will fight this battle even if I am on the losing end until justice is served or until I cannot really stand anymore.
I may break down, I may cry, I am even weep in the toilet cubicle, but I will not give up. I will wipe my tears, I will pull myself together again. I will stand up with courage and I will not give up until justice is served. For I am a social worker, I will bring the change that I want to see. I will change this losing battle into victory!
If there is someone called God and if that God serves justice, I believe my battle will not go in vain! Inshallah! If God wills, so shall it be. Amen!
