The philosophy of this visually impaired street performer’s life, translated…
She said, “I have flexible schedule, we can go out for coffee anytime you want to……”
We’d arrived at a café she loved, and, we were careless, spilled the coffees, the owner of the shop quickly went to get the dishrags, “no, it’s not necessary, I’ll wipe it myself!” the two of us were like in a race, before the shop owner got back, we’d, wiped the table off with the napkin, she was so happy she’d, won, she’d, let out a hooray!
Being completely blind, she’s a street performer, and only worked on the two days of the weekend, just like she’d told me, work wasn’t busy one bit, there would be five days of the week that belonged to just her, “I loved to sing, not to be famous, just hoped, that I have the chance to perform for someone is all.”
As she’d started performing, she’d only sung her favorite songs, later, she’d told her audience, “You can make a request, and see if I know it”, this small turn was like how the chef hated chopping the onions, but for the sake of his guests, he’d still needed to do it.
There would be the period of time when she’d just talked before she’d performed, completely matched her character, her mode of work was she’d sung a song, then started a monologue, sometimes, she’d struck up a conversation with a member of the audience.
“Do you like your job?”
She’d raised up her pitch, “I love it, I’m very happy, I can be, free as I wish!”
She’d worked hard singing, at least, keeping this lifestyle going. Although it’s quite hard for someone who’s visually impaired to live, but it’d not, troubled her one bit.
Actually, I’d come into contact with a lot of street performers, on the sunny days, it was all right, but on the rainy, it was, like going to war, “Yeah, happened a couple of times.” If it were a sudden downpour, it’d, made the performers panic, especially when the equipment are expensive, but there would always be the kind souls, that came to help. And her cart, containing all of her necessities, electric keyboard, microphone, electric bottle, a set of stereos………over thirty kilograms in weight. Naturally, she couldn’t, possibly haul it all out on one try by herself, so she’d, split the items up into six, seven trips, and as she’d moved the equipment, she’d, hollered aloud, “Excuse me, excuse me”, walked to about ten minutes away to take a cab, and, after she got out of the cab, she’d moved the equipment onto the trolley, with the cane, moved to her spot, set the items up. As for the route she took, she’d learned from a visually impaired professor, it wasn’t hard for her. After she was done performing, she’d put up all her equipment, the placed them onto the cart, then, went to the place where the cabs were waiting in shifts……………I’d become dizzy, just hearing her tell of it, but, she’d stated, with that steady tone, “Although it’s hard, but I love it.”
here’s a photo of a street performer, from online…
She kept stressing, that this, was her ideal job, although she’d only worked two days per week, and not made quite enough money, but she really, loved it. “I look forward to the weekends everyday, that way, I can, head out happy, to sing for others……” Her voice was infectious, and, she’d not just carried that lifted tone when she said “happy”, her face was, smiling too.
That was, enough, being happy, is winning in life.
And so, this, is how easily satisfied this woman is, she’d needed very little, just to do what she enjoyed, performing in front of others, for what little money she could make. Job satisfaction is EVERYTHING, if you don’t enjoy what you’re doing, no matter how well it pays, it’s, still a DRAG!!!