Walking on rebars

This picture was taken when i was walking on rebar cage of 0.8m high. Any wrong step would easily cause a twisted ankle.

i remember when i was 9, my left foot was poked by the sharp edge of the rebar. I felt no pain but my blood was all over the lift. The amount of quantity was like one large coke from macdonald.

Now, i grow up and work in a harsh site environment. Wearing heavy boots indeed slows down my pace, and it also diminishes the agility.

I had difficulty in walking on them. And i had to watch my every step.

But as day goes by, i grow to love my job more and more. However, as love in the job blossoms, the hatred in me is nurtured.

I begin to hate myself more with each passing day. As i am very unsatisfied with the amount of knowledge i had picked up.

I hate myself for learning too slowly.

This is the love-hate relationship i m currently facing now.

God bless =)