Last month, I finally retired. After a lifetime of hard work and 30 years of social security, I finally reached the retirement age of 50. That's what many people dream of!I was excited to go through the retirement procedures, but when I saw the amount of my pension, my heart was half cold.
1920 yuan!It's not even 2,000 yuan!Can this not disappoint me?I couldn't believe my eyes. In my mind's eye, my pension is always a high number, enough for me to live out my old age and enjoy the fruits of my labor.
I can't help but think of my hard work. When I was young, I worked hard for the sake of my family and children without hesitation, leaving early and returning late every day. Sometimes I feel that my body can't hold it anymore, but for the sake of that meager salary, for a better life in the future, I have stiffened through.
I finally managed to make it to retirement age, and I thought I would be able to enjoy it easily. But the reality told me that my pension was far from enough. I have paid social security for 30 years, and I can only receive such a small amount. How can this be lived?
I couldn't help but start to wonder what I had chosen and what I had done. Have I worked hard all my life just to get these few trivial money?I felt like a clown caught by the tail, being played with by life.
I walked out of the retreat with a sense of loss, looking at the people hurrying down the street, and suddenly I felt that the city had become strange and indifferent. I have worked hard all my life, paid for my youth and health, but in exchange for such a small reward.
When I got home, I sat silently on the sofa and looked at the furnishings in the house, as if everything was laughing at me. I felt a sense of loneliness that I had never felt before. I used to give selflessly for my family, but now my family has become so cold.
I called my son's ** and told him about the pension I received. From the other end came his understatement: "Oh, it's nothing, I'll be responsible for providing for you anyway." ”
Hearing his words, my heart was complicated beyond words. I used to think that I was a great father, and I used to want to give my child a good future, but now, I can only be a burden to him.
A few days have passed, and I still can't let go, and I look at myself in the mirror in a daze every day. Maybe I should get a new job and keep working so that I don't have to rely on this paltry pension. This way I can at least have a little dignity and no longer be ridiculed and treated coldly.