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after 10 moths of living the rat race life, here i am contemplating the next turn of my career. i've been bothered by true accounts i've read and heard recently who've been through the age i envied and used to define as the golden years. it's strange, but most people don't seem to end up they way they planned to end up. mitch albom, author of 'tuesdays with morrie' wanted to be a professional piano player. he became a sportswriter instead. in a book i've recently read, where there was a scene of a high school reunion, one mentioned graduating from management and currently working as an insurance agent. another who graduated dentistry, was a succesful tiangge-owner in Greenhills. a friend of mine in training also graduated from dentist school. she resiged after 4 months only to work in another call center. a couple of my team mates finished engineering. someone i know on the floor is even a certified public accountant. but none of us works in a field we all planned to work for. it's strange that you start out carving a place for yourself in this world and yet the tides bring you somewhere else.
i never imagined that my first job to be something like this. truth be told, it never occured to me that i would venture into something outside of my field. i've always thought that i'll stay in the frenetic world of liberal arts. i figured that if i didn't become a lawyer, i'd probably work in advertising or in events or work in publication. i had illusioned myself to end up with a job that i like. i never got that. i never went far enough to finish college even. not yet, at least. but then, it's a little hard to be persevering when the fates have it against you. it's easy to map out a life that seems idyllic to you. but it's never easy working for it. few people actually end up achieving it. and these days i fear that i don't have the discipline or the courage to keep trying to achieve it. funny how i used to believe i had enough passion in me to drive myself to gain everything i've always planned for. now, i'm not so sure.
i wonder where these tides will take me. or if they'll ever stop moving me too much to make me work thing the way i want them rather than they deciding it for me. i've always thought that you become what your decisions make you. in a way, it still proves true. but the world's grand stage may have other things in mind, and sometimes it's not really a decision about how you'll live, but how you'll survive. and living is quite different from surviving. they intertwine, but they're not the same.
after 10 moths of living the rat race life, here i am contemplating the next turn of my career. i've been bothered by true accounts i've read and heard recently who've been through the age i envied and used to define as the golden years. it's strange, but most people don't seem to end up they way they planned to end up. mitch albom, author of 'tuesdays with morrie' wanted to be a professional piano player. he became a sportswriter instead. in a book i've recently read, where there was a scene of a high school reunion, one mentioned graduating from management and currently working as an insurance agent. another who graduated dentistry, was a succesful tiangge-owner in Greenhills. a friend of mine in training also graduated from dentist school. she resiged after 4 months only to work in another call center. a couple of my team mates finished engineering. someone i know on the floor is even a certified public accountant. but none of us works in a field we all planned to work for. it's strange that you start out carving a place for yourself in this world and yet the tides bring you somewhere else.
i never imagined that my first job to be something like this. truth be told, it never occured to me that i would venture into something outside of my field. i've always thought that i'll stay in the frenetic world of liberal arts. i figured that if i didn't become a lawyer, i'd probably work in advertising or in events or work in publication. i had illusioned myself to end up with a job that i like. i never got that. i never went far enough to finish college even. not yet, at least. but then, it's a little hard to be persevering when the fates have it against you. it's easy to map out a life that seems idyllic to you. but it's never easy working for it. few people actually end up achieving it. and these days i fear that i don't have the discipline or the courage to keep trying to achieve it. funny how i used to believe i had enough passion in me to drive myself to gain everything i've always planned for. now, i'm not so sure.
i wonder where these tides will take me. or if they'll ever stop moving me too much to make me work thing the way i want them rather than they deciding it for me. i've always thought that you become what your decisions make you. in a way, it still proves true. but the world's grand stage may have other things in mind, and sometimes it's not really a decision about how you'll live, but how you'll survive. and living is quite different from surviving. they intertwine, but they're not the same.