Saturday, July 30, 2011
Million Peso Question
We do car pooling everyday going to the office and going back home. There was this one stressful day , we felt all exhausted, as we were driving back home, one of my friend asked me this disturbing question: "Do you really like this job? If you are not in this industry, where will you most likely be?" All of them abruptly answered -- designer, event organizer, actress -- very dreamy. It was my turn to answer -- I was vague, I said I want a job wherein my decision is very crucial and in-demand -- more like of a CEO or topnotch executive post. My friends didn't buy it. They said that it's very general in nature, they were expecting for something specific. So I said, I want to be a businessman. They asked me what business venture am I going to take, I can't think of any -- maybe it wasn't really my plan after all so I said, I want to be a broadcaster, journalist, someone behind the camera writing stuff about whatever. It was then my friend all agreed as it was more like me they said.
Then I was home at last and still thinking where else do I really want to be. I remember the saying: "Choose the job that you really like and you will never find yourself working again." Very true, many days that I was just dragging myself to work -- that Monday sickness I can't get rid off. So there I knew, I'm not happy with my job, I am left with no choice -- I have to as my job pays for my ever increasing bills.
I knew exactly what I really want to become all along -- I want to be a politician, definitely on the executive branch. I want to become the next President. So there I go, becoming dreamy again. It is too far and too impossible, I don't have a prominent and well-known family name -- it was never in our family's blood. I was thinking when and how to start. It is deadly and far from getting even to the first stage.
I am not getting any younger. All that is left for me are pressures and anxiety as I know that I can't even see myself successful, lives on a paycheck to paycheck cycle, I can't even sustain a month without a job. That's an awful bad sign for my age.
So I have to think of ways but I find it difficult. Maybe I just have to try harder and smarter, opportunity comes in the right time and on the right place. There's virtue and wisdom for those who wait. There's always a bright light at the end of the tunnel. There I go, comforting myself with those words that will sustain hope for me to dream again.
"What do I really want to become -- job?" That's for me, worth a million peso question that when the right time comes that I finally realized the right answer can earn me my the first million pesos.