
A Tanzanian man rests momentarily during his work day of breaking rocks.
We’ve all done it. Complained and whined about having to get up and go to work. Ugh – another day at the office/job site/restaurant/retail store… We reluctantly get into our safe and reliable vehicles and drive down nicely paved roads. On our way we might stop at a coffee shop and be a little annoyed with the line at the counter – 5 minutes to get my coffee! Morning beverage in hand, we battle commute hour traffic in the comfort of our vehicles, listening to the radio/CDs/iPods… You see what I’m getting at.
Now I’m not going to rant here – this is not the forum. And I’ll be honest, I don’t complain about work. I’m incredibly fortunate to love what I do. Plus my parents brought me up to be grateful for the opportunity to provide a living for myself. But I am guilty of being petty and annoyed with the smallest of inconveniences from time to time. So as I was sifting through the volumes of photos from last week’s shoot in Tanzania, I was quickly reminded how FANTASTIC we all have it!
The attached picture is of a man taking a break from his work of busting rocks into gravel. He’s not a particularly young man – probably been doing this work for decades. I would also guess that he doesn’t much care for it, either. Who would? But he does it. I don’t know that he doesn’t complain, and I wouldn’t fault him if he did. Complain away my friend. However after meeting and working with Tanzanians for a week, my guess is he doesn’t complain. In fact he is probably thankful for the work. And there is something to be learned from that I think.
And so I sit in my comfortable, ergonomically correct chair, Starbucks in hand and music playing. I’m tired from jet lag and 12 hour days. I would like nothing more than to take the rest of the day off and go home for some rest. But I won’t. I also don’t feel guilty, bad or self conscious about the comparatively luxurious life I lead. This is what our ancestors sacrificed for and it would be inappropriate to think that way. But I do have a renewed appreciation for it, that’s for sure. And in about 3 hours when I’m completely exhausted from jet lag and work, I will go for a short walk, wake myself up a bit – maybe another cup of coffee – and get back to work. Because no matter how tired I may be, it’s not the same kind of tired that a man feels busting rock all day in the African heat.
Have a good day – I know I will!
-N




