This guy, like my old office girl, the maker who everyone thought had the perfect job, sharp guy, good salary, nice clothes, always arrived early and never complained about work.
One afternoon, he came into the break room looking like completely exhausted, asking if he was okay. A man looked around first to make sure nobody else was there and he said bro i'm thinking about quitting i thought he meant the jackal of frustration people have with their job but actually he didn't told me to be here for almost four years and taking on responsibility that weren't even part of his original train.
Three people who were now earning more than him and I'd be promised a promotion three times so i asked emeka why haven't you left he left.
He laughed and said, it has not been easy to live. That is how life has always been. The struggles no one knows. The struggles no one can tell you about. It's how life has always been.