consigliere on Nostr: "Survive a day in the shoes of our grandparents? Few could." 🩸 Your ancestors ...
"Survive a day in the shoes of our grandparents?
Few could."
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Your ancestors worked seven days a week under the scorching sun and biting cold.
Yet, you can't even work 40 hours a week in a climate-controlled room without complaining about how tired you are.
I know this sermon is not for everyone.
I know, in fact, that our minds cannot truly grasp the suffering that flowed from the wounds of the past.
Did they complain? I know they did not give up.
But it’s common to see young people now abandoning their first day of work halfway through, without even finishing their shift; an ungrateful act that only finds support in the stability built by the blood of others.
We should not regress, without reason, to the past sufferings; but to not dedicate ourselves to anything? What kind of progress is that? We’ve been entrusted with a burden, lighter than before and heavier than what will be handed down; let us carry our part with dignity, perpetuating prosperity within our family.
“Work ennobles man” — let your example of effort stand out in your time, educating those who will come tomorrow against slackness and ingratitude. However, being recognized as the one who ruined the progress of generations is the greatest dishonor and should be feared as much as death.
Do not allow yourself to soften for anything. Always carry with respect the sacrifices your parents made for you, and do not dishonor their memories. When you think of surrendering, push forward against that treacherous will, saying “this is nothing!” And, with satisfaction, you will notice how laziness fades, but glory remains. However, surrender just once, just once, and you will see how endless this path of whining is; soon, you will also be complaining about your free time, and nothing will be useful or worth it — a reflection of yourself.
Thank you for reading until the end, dear friend!
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A toast to our family!
Few could."
🩸
Your ancestors worked seven days a week under the scorching sun and biting cold.
Yet, you can't even work 40 hours a week in a climate-controlled room without complaining about how tired you are.
I know this sermon is not for everyone.
I know, in fact, that our minds cannot truly grasp the suffering that flowed from the wounds of the past.
Did they complain? I know they did not give up.
But it’s common to see young people now abandoning their first day of work halfway through, without even finishing their shift; an ungrateful act that only finds support in the stability built by the blood of others.
We should not regress, without reason, to the past sufferings; but to not dedicate ourselves to anything? What kind of progress is that? We’ve been entrusted with a burden, lighter than before and heavier than what will be handed down; let us carry our part with dignity, perpetuating prosperity within our family.
“Work ennobles man” — let your example of effort stand out in your time, educating those who will come tomorrow against slackness and ingratitude. However, being recognized as the one who ruined the progress of generations is the greatest dishonor and should be feared as much as death.
Do not allow yourself to soften for anything. Always carry with respect the sacrifices your parents made for you, and do not dishonor their memories. When you think of surrendering, push forward against that treacherous will, saying “this is nothing!” And, with satisfaction, you will notice how laziness fades, but glory remains. However, surrender just once, just once, and you will see how endless this path of whining is; soon, you will also be complaining about your free time, and nothing will be useful or worth it — a reflection of yourself.
Thank you for reading until the end, dear friend!
If this message helped you in any way, consider leaving your “🥃” cup as a token of gratitude.
⠀
A toast to our family!