This Fruit is Not Sour

I know I don’t have to repeat the Wolf and grape’s story, just recall it.

Recent times I am facing a sort of identity crisis.  I know and believe I am doing  well to substantiate my place in the workplace.  To emphasise my contribution I have started delivering even more and in the process, fully neglecting family affairs.  Thanks to God,  since I have been doing so for quite some time now, my family has moved on.

I was surprised when I learnt that my efforts were not seen by my elders (in the profession) and a long awaited elevation did not happen. Even the routine raise was also being questioned.  I was shocked to know that an already elevated -off the ground comrade got another escalation.  Refer banana juice article.  Don’t I deserve a thing (in comparison,  ofcourse).

Don’t know whether to call it jealousy or childishness or my incompetence or you may give another name.  But I am feeling that I am a victim of apartheid or selective amnesia of the elders.

While brooding there my mind also keeps reminding me,  hey,  this fruit is not sour.

Move on you’ll find more of them in multitude. And this keeps me going.