RESISTANCE - Why do bad things happen to good people?

Law of Murphy

Ângelo easily got another internship, in another investment bank and in the area he wanted. He no longer even remembered that betrayal of the former boss.

Time was going by and college was coming to an end.

Sometimes I would wake up very early, about four o'clock in the morning and sit on the bed thinking about life.

The silence at this time is good for me.

I was thinking about what had happened to me so far. I was working and dating.

Everything seemed fine, if it weren't for a feeling of dissatisfaction that accompanied me.

How difficult and painful it is to wake up every day knowing that you are going to do something you don't like.

People treated me well. My boss was a friend to me. My co-worker, the area analyst, always treated me patiently, asking if I needed help, etc.

Hence, a question arises: If everyone spends the whole week working, why is the fucking happy hour the happiest hour? That first hour after six o'clock on Fridays.

And these reflections were interrupted by the noise of the airplanes, which took an alternative route over the neighborhood. How I was in love with that. And I stood there, watching the day dawn through the window.

One more day.

I was already getting ready to shower and run to work.

Life is not easy for most of these people who wake up at four in the morning and cross the city to secure their mediocre jobs and wages. Many don't even shower to save water and energy. Can you imagine the sour smell inside buses, subways and trains?

And me in the middle. Everything to be someone in life. My responsibility increased, because now I was dating. I wanted Maria to be proud of me. And that we could get married one day. Lead that life we ​​talked about so much. I believed that the sacrifice would be worth it. Sacrifice?

"What a time!"

The company was divided between those satisfied and those very dissatisfied.

Everyone worked long hours. Some departments looked like a pressure pan, ready to explode at any moment. Good grief!

When I got back, I went to talk to Dico. I had to unburden myself. I had to speak openly about this distressing sensation.

"So, man! I need to tell you something, but I prefer to leave it for tomorrow."

"Are you suffering?"

"How do you know?"

"Simple, I've been watching you since the first days. You are always worried and unhappy."

I knew this could happen.

"I do not know what happens. Everything seems to be going well, but I can't feel satisfied."

So, he started:

"Man, I could say everything you would like to hear. I could say that work was not what you expected. That it's your boss's fault. That the the traffic in the city discourages us even before we arrive at the office. That people are always inconsequential. And that's why you want to give up.

But if I do this, I will be deceiving you and I would never forgive myself. What I want to tell you, man, is that you need to resolve something that happens internally to you.

Something that gets in the way of your life. That's how I can help you. Telling you bluntly. I know how these things work. I spent my life understanding certain people's reactions to my presence. You have no reason for any of this, because I have always been your friend. Working just to guarantee a salary or a job is not enough to fulfill yourself and be happy. You either get rid of those thoughts, or...