Prioritizing Based on Necessity

I think one of the hardest things in life is having to give up something that we love. The Venezuelan has had to adhere to this practice every day, without the hope of ever having them again. I remember when I was a child during dinner I could eat a fried arepa stuffed with
that I would like. I had several options, sausage, egg, cheese, avocado, chicken, salad,
butter, and much more. Usually, we had a little of everything and accompanied it with a good glass of coconut Juice, it was It is special to see all of us gathered as a family around the table to eat without worrying about what we would eat the next day.

Today things in Venezuela are very different, we have been forced to sacrifice some things that were previously part of our traditions to give to stay alive.

There were many reasons why the Venezuelan worked, having a new house or buy the car of your dreams, save for a family vacation or study at a private university, buying clothes, shoes, cell phones, household appliances, in short, every person and family had their motivations to work. The current Venezuelan does not work out of motivation to achieve personal goals, today necessity forces us to work so as not to die of hunger or disease. We no longer worry about quality all we worry about today is quantity, however, there is never enough.

The monthly salary of any worker in Venezuela is not enough to cover even 10% of
the food we need, so you have to settle for what you can afford. I admire those who have learned to put aside their comfortable lifestyle to begin to prioritize to live. I know many people who used to eat rice, chicken, and salad and varied the menu daily, but today they eat white rice with butter, or maybe in some cases just white rice every day because the money that you receive is not enough to buy something else.

Something surprising is that the children of this generation grow up with the priority of working
just to feed themselves, and I don’t blame them since this is the best example that their parents
they could give you in time of crisis. The other aspects of life are a simple fleeting dream, new toys, a cell phone last generation, a bicycle, fashionable clothes, what a normal child could want is far out of reach. I think the most admirable thing is to see these little ones go out to work for a salary to help their parents maintain their homes.

How will this week go? Or will we eat tomorrow? These are the questions that generally pass through the Venezuelan mind, life has become a true game of hunger, a struggle to survive. I’ve heard of people who have taken their own lives tormented by these concerns, and it is not to judge them, because living in conditions
where we find ourselves is not an easy task. I dream like my Venezuelan brothers with times when we are not forced to work out of necessity, but to meet our goals, in which we do not we have to depend on government leftovers to feed us for a few days, a country where we can improve our quality of life because we work with pleasure and motivation, a place where our children enjoy their childhood.

Daniel Moreno