SEC - S15W3 : LIFE AS AN ENDLESS STRUGGLE

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Hello and Good day friends!!!🖐🏻🖐🏻
Hope you all are doing great? I'll be partaking in this steem Engagement Challange season 15/week 3. I'll be joining and writing on the topic "Life as an endless struggle". I hope you cherish it.

Sometimes, Life can certainly feel like an endless struggle. We face challenges every day, whether it's trying to make ends meet, dealing with difficult relationships, or just struggling to find meaning and purpose in our lives.
But one valuable thing i've learnt is that, even though life can feel like an endless struggle, we can always find meaning and joy in the journey. One important thing to recognize is that challenges are a normal part of life. We all go through tough struggles.

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Struggles are an inevitable part of the human experience. Everyone faces struggles, be it old or young. In my case, the hustle and finding my purpose started at the age of 13.
I come from a family of six. I take the position as the secound born, and also the first son. I lost my immediate younger brother at the age of 9 to a very terrible illness.
Financial stability has always been the major problem in my family. Sincerely, as a child, things hasn't been going well. After concluding my West African Senior Secoundary Examination (WASSE) popularly known as WAEC at the age of 14, I was forced and determined to move out to find something doing, that could earn me money to take care of my needs, and to also support the family.

Determination, is always a good foundation

Writing application letters and submitting, was my first step on the journey. I could spend almost the whole day walking on the street of Lagos, submitting application letters under the hot and scorching sun. It really wasn't a sweet experience at all, but i relentlessly kept on going.
Finally, i got called for a job interview in a mini store. God being faithful, i got the job and worked as a sales attendant. Everyday, i wake, and resume work by 7:30am, and close by 9:30 at night. I kept on with this for a month without taking an off due to the work ethics of the job. I fell terribly ill at the very end of the month, and resigned.

Long story short, i recovered from the illness, gathered my self together, and woved out again in search for another job. I knew that staying at home wasn't the best decision.
I finally got another work at a supermarket. Resuming by 7am and closing by 10pm. I summoned courage and started. As it's been said that "what dosen't kills you, makes you stronger", i got stronger and moved. It really wasn't easy at all. Sometimes i cried and wondered when the struggles would stop.
From loading and offloading 50kg bags of rice, to running errands as the youngest staffs, it felt like a perpetual hustle. I also sustained some injuries which stills disturbs me till this very moment.
I had plans of learning a skill, and also entering the University, and i saved towards it.
I worked there for two years, left, and got another at a plastic company, working for an extra year. The pay wasn't helping at all, so i left and got another at Chivita limited Company factory. I worked in the flower (silo) section for three years, where i worked at nights pouring 450 bags of 50kg weight flour for the production of superbit and biefee.

_{Photos of i and my colligue pouring 50kg bags of flour into the silo feeder for production}

where there is no struggle, there is no strength
This seven years of struggles, has truely given me strength, both physically and mentally.