Women’s day?
As I sit in front of my computer and do the things I do, I take a little break, stretch myself and look out of the window. The house opposite mine, construction work goes on. They are adding one more floor to the top of their house. I see a woman worker, about the age of my mother, carrying 7-8 bricks on her head and climbs about 20 steps to the top. She does this over and over again and she clearly isn’t enjoying this routine. And what is she paid for this hard labour? nothing much. And here I am, supposedly fit and healthy young man who extracts proportionately larger amounts of money for work that’s in no way physically as hard as her’s. It’s true that she won’t be able to do the things I do, but still something’s wrong about this. I mean, I wouldn’t let my mom do that kind of work, why should the poor lady do that? I feel like going there, ask her to rest and take up that work myself, but something prevents me. Ego? The supposed social status? I feel helpless at such times.
But one thing, these hard workers remind me of the value of money. There still is no social equality. I’m reminded that I don’t own all the money I’m given, I’m just a patron of the wealth and energy that I’m provided with so that I spend the money and energies in a justifiable manner.
