And I start the day ...

in photography •  4 years ago 

It is a small experiment in creativity, you choose a word, search a free resource site for the image or photograph that results in a list, and then write a short narrative about it.

The word chosen was: Porcelain

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And I start the day with a cup of good coffee, full of the joys and promises of yesterday. Overflowing with desires and longings for an always better future.

My cup is full of infinite possibilities, of a potential joy to be alive one more day. I drink it while it is warm and I enjoy its fragrance and taste as I finish picking up everything so I can leave and start my daily day.

I move with ease, but in silence, without waking anyone else. It is very early and I do not want others to lose their hours of sleep, I know that they need them to regain the energy they use every day. It is a gesture of consideration, but also of gratitude, after all my roommates in this pension come to sleep much later than me and I am usually asleep, so they try not to wake me up.

We are one of the many groups of people who have had to travel very far from their homelands to find a job opportunity that would allow us to help our families, some of us are children, others are parents, we are all people full of hope.

That's right, hope is what we overflow, after all, it is what helps us to stand up against all adversity.

I leave the large room and in the common patio I finish checking that all my uniform is in order, it seems impeccable and that is good. I go to the street and I already hear the noises of the city a little, which makes me remember that this kind of place never sleeps, there will always be someone on duty, there will always have to be someone working because there will always be insomniac people who will go out to buy, to spend or invest in anything and that is where people like me come into play to be able to take those work shifts that no native of this place would choose voluntarily.

At some point a colleague from the other shift asked me, during the changing of the guard, if I was not upset or resentful. I honestly replied that I couldn't be, after all I really appreciated this job and it was what allowed me to send some money home to help and support the family.

What if the schedules seem hard to me? Unhappy with the bonds? Any complaints about homework assignments? Of course not, I have enough to survive and to save, with that I am already happy, I am simple-minded and I do not take for granted all the benefits and privileges of the city dwellers of this town.

I know that where I come from there are hundreds who would sell a kidney to be in my place and to be able to help their families. It sounds so incredible to my co-workers when I try to explain it to them that I preferred not to try it anymore. Better to smile a little and let them think I'm a fool.

After all, it is for the best.

I am on my way to work and the overflowing sky of my morning cup has kept me warm inside my chest, the sun has not risen yet and it is more appropriate to say that we are in the early morning. He's almost there and he silently smiled as he encouraged me to work.



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