Railroad Tracks

When we set out into the world to work we are like new railroad tracks laid out on the line. We start of strong with purpose, shiny with enthusiasm and shaped for durability. Laid out on the line we carry our share of the load. Together we are the workforce that keeps America moving. Much like the railroad tracks we are grossly overlooked and viewed as an eyesore. I am a tradesman and I say it with pride. But unlike the men who have come before I will not allow myself to be worn down. Left out in the elements to bare the repeated burden that industry places on our shoulders. Until the steel that is our will has been rendered useless. Only to be replaced by a new piece of track. Then discarded in obscurity to collect rust. Because the truth is that the only thing I have become weary of is laying down and letting life roll over me. I am still strong with purpose and filled with enthusiasm. So it is at this time that I must make a choice. At this point I need a job that feeds my soul as much as my family. So when faced with the decision on whether I should make that leap or stay lying down, I jumped. I left the comfort and security of a job I held for the past sixteen years and it was liberating. I woke this morning invigorated with the possibilities of what is to come. The road won't be easy but then again neither am I. I know I'll have to work harder than ever to get where I want to be but there's still a lot of fight in this dog. My days of lying down and letting life roll over me are done with. Next stop, Los Angeles.