A Life Less Ordinary.
I’ve been working for over two years now, with the bulk of it spent in my current company. And even though I’m considered a ‘professional’, the term still strikes me as an awkward one. Because my transition from undergraduate to working adult was a shockingly quick one, I never really settled into the idea that I was/am a full-time salaried worker. But here I am anyway, working day after day after day. A mundane but passable existence.
And I have to do this for another 30 to 40 years? Honestly, it’s a scary thought. But that’s what people from our parents’ generation did. Fulfilling dreams was never their priority. Providing for their family was. And the longer I work, the more I feel myself being herded into that mentality. I think I’ve more or less resigned myself to the fact that you can’t pursue your dreams if you don’t have a well-to-do family backing you up in case things don’t work out. I know it’s not true, but it’s increasingly beginning to feel that way.
So this will be my life for as long as I see it. We are the fortunate generation, and yet we are never satisfied. But the greatest irony is, if I could choose to pursue my dream, what exactly would it be? To this, I have no answer.
