Writing About Something
It’s 11 minutes to 8pm. I wanted to write something. Anything. It can be of any kind of thing as long as it’s a something. Why would I feel like writing something? I don’t know. I just felt so. In fact, it has been a while since I really do write something.
A troubling thought. Yes indeed. When people keep coming for you asking to work for them, the only thing that I have in mind is what I can offer to them. Look at it, if they don’t want something from you why do they want to offer things to you in the first place. In this case, I would say it’s a job offer. Putting into the right terms, they are offering you with a pay and in return you got to do something for them. Could be the customers and clients you are currently holding? Or the expertise and skill set that you have. Something that can putting more value into the corporation.
Even in relationship it is also a trade. Someone to offer and someone to give. The human co-existed with trade. I give you what you want and you give me what I want. That’s simple. Right? No. There is something they always wanted to say about fair trade or the trade of equivalent value. This ain’t going to happen. Not at all. Not in my lifetime nor your lifetime. It is always about who give in more. Who are the one more desperate and who willing to pay for.
Just like today when I go and order a cup of Starbucks’ Cafe’ Mocha, they asked me if I wanted to upsize the coffee to the large size with only RM1. How much different it could be with just 1 dough? The size of extra 4 oz. Not much different it you ask me. I would have told you that it wouldn’t have matters. You won’t be able to finish it. Acquiring the taste. Savoring its aroma.
In summary I guess everything falls back into the economic and trade.
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