The pride in my name


Have you ever had a day where you worked really hard, but someone didn’t notice or misunderstood and felt the need to criticize?

I think everyone has days like that. Days where you wonder to yourself “Why am I working soo hard?” “Nobody cares! Why kill myself doing the same things with all my effort like I’m dying?”

Days when you see others doing less or not caring if things are done well. “So what?” You hear them mutter “It’s not even a good job and I don’t get paid well. I’ll just get another job”

I hear these thoughts too but, I cannot ever give in to them. I have thought about it during those low days. “Why am I like this?” “Why do I work hard when nobody notices?” But, I can’t be them. I can’t do what they do. I often asked myself why I am soo different.

Even when I am misunderstood. Even when I am critcized or treated unfairly. Even when I am not recognized for my efforts. I cannot stop just doing my best. Completing my work well. Sometimes, even completing other people’s work well. Why?

Because, I am B. When I look in the mirror I am B. When I cry, when I rage, when I sleep. I am B. The pride in my name. The pride in knowing that I gave my best efforts. That even in failure I lived up to the promise of myself. My trust in myself to be a me I am proud see in my mirror.

Those who love me. Those who look to me. Those who see me, and know my value. For them, I am this person.

I don’t work for other people. I work for me. I work hard so that I can look into my mirror and know that I was Bex, until the end. I will live with no regrets. I won’t leave a legacy of money or prestige…I might not even be remembered by most..but, those who love me. Those people. Those people will smile. Like my favorite person says “When we die, the ones we love will miss us.” They won’t just miss us, they will also be proud of us. They will know who we truly were every single day, with pride. Pride in knowing our name.

So, let us, you and I,  leave a legacy of pride in our name. Can we?

Fighting!

Published by Bexley Benton. (Pen name)

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog.

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