Kaizen

12th May 2014
The old age home was the meeting place for all the recently graduated Physio students.
In the centre stood a large open courtyard, well lit bay a panoramic glass.
Walking down the white zig-zag stairs, I wondered how many people have died there.

At the bottom of the staircase stood several of my old classmates,all in their navy blue and white uniform attire.
A rouse of jealousy ignited within my gut as the thought of them working,having stable jobs and making money while i did the opposite and went travelling.

After awakening I realized that those thoughts where materialistic and futile.

Did i somehow forget the awesome adventures and extraordinary times I had over the passed year?
The experiences and beautifully diverse people i connected with where beyond any monetary value.