choices

Today's comic at xkcd is quite amusing, especially in the context of a conversation i had yesterday with a colleague.

She was taking her dustbin to the main trashbin to clear it, and jokingly said to me "i've been demoted".

My instant response was "ha, it would have been a promotion for me". I'm sure she didn't get it, but to elaborate: she gets to physically clear the trash and be done (quite cleanly, unless you have a spilled coffeecup in your bin), while i have to deal with trash in the mind, which is more difficult to clear. Or even worse, trash in the form of people which presents itself in the metaphorical chewing gum of trash, sticky, hard to get rid off, and even then there'll be a mark/stain.

It is times like these when one has to deal with garbage everyday that I wonder when i pass by someone doing something with their hands. Less rewarding monetarily, but to see something being completed with your hands and be unburdened from the job at the end of the each day, seems to be more fulfiling overall in life. Are we able to control our mind to such an extent that peace of mind each day is attainable? So many variables every day, so many options.

Ahhh, life's choices.