A Time to Shift?
When studying in America, I was repeatedly exposed to this unreferenced statistic by my speech-class teacher:
“On average, Americans change careers at least three times before they reach the age of 30. Some more, some less. That’s an average.”
However you’d want to look at it, it’s a testament to just how fickle-minded humans are. The quest to find The Self is an arduous process of reality-bitchslap-fest and grandeur delusions. Frankly, some DIE without having the darndiest clues about who and what they are. That’s just sad.
After much deliberation on my arse’s part (and literally sleepless nights) just to decide which career path to take, I noticed the rather strong gravitational attraction towards an old passion. Perhaps it may not be right — I’ve already invested 2 years of my life in the area of logistics–making it a disastrous choice that’ll fish time away from my nascent career path.
It’s no small choice. It’s not an easy choice.
In Eastern Philosophy, they speak of Fate, Destiny and your Duty. In the West, the thought of Existentialism pervades, giving way for Freedom (but not many understand the counter-balance to it — Responsibility). Either way you’d want to look at it, both seem like their pointing to the same path — that your individualistic tendencies has been written in the stars after all — but it could point out otherwise — that your destiny lies in your current duty whilst you turn from it; a rather dangerous gamble in the game of Fatalistic Dice.
When your just torn between two choices, your torn like hell. It’s like two paths converging out all the time, and you’ve got to make the toughest choices. And a tonne of sacrifices. So, is it a time to shift and expose my arse to another set of reality? Or should I simply stick to something I’m already familiar with? My passion on literature and the arts are haunting me like there’s no tomorrow. It’s like an old dead relative visiting you, reminding you of times gone; of a life that was your own.
Yup, its going to be a long unproductive, unemployed time for my ass. Worst, the perennial question still remains: “Who am I?”
