I like talking to people working in service industries. I hope this doesn’t sound condescending, so let me clarify:
Many of these housekeepers, janitors, gardeners, cashiers, and etc are nice. They’re humble. They seem to enjoy a good chat as much as I do, even though they must be a million times more exhausted.
They remind me of what I’m working for, to make use of the opportunities afforded me. They remind me I have little to complain about, minor inconveniences aside. They remind me that the biggest CEO no better than the poorest beggar, that we’re all equals in some larger plane of existence we can’t even comprehend, that titles are as plastic as the cards in our wallet, that no one will remember us after we’re gone just because we made a million bucks.
I like random conversations and inadvertently doled wisdom. I like capriciously given smiles and wake-up calls to real life. I am no less tempted by glamour, fame, fortune, prestige, and power than the next person, but I am at least more wary of the repercussions of chasing after them, and only them.
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