All my life (up to the age of 22), I have always thought I would grow up and do something important and be someone. I wanted to create a mark, make an impact and change the world. Perhaps I was too much of an idealist, influenced by characters in the movies that I watched or books that I read. I wanted to be a concert pianist, or a criminal attorney, a journalist (or a columnist like you know, Carrie Bradshaw) or a scriptwriter. I mean does anybody actually wants to become an accountant? Is that ever an ambition for anybody below the age of 30? A stuffy accountant? Of all the careers and professions in the world, how does anybody end up being an accountant?
Well I guess, sometimes real life gets in the way of big dreams. Bills to pay, cars and houses to buy, food to put on the table, people to take care of, responsibilities to uphold. And we all know, poverty more than anything else destroys. It crushes your very soul and destroys families. So we all toil and struggle, days on end just to survive. But of course, so if you work not because you want to but because you have to and if you especially hate your job, the environment, the whole corporate culture, then you end up feeling resentful, bitter, cynical. You begin to blame everyone around you, your parents, your upbringing, your education, even life for handing you such lousy cards. This is when other people's lives, when viewed from your myopic perspective, become a series of never ending exotic adventure. Travels, celebrations, beautiful photography of places you have never been and things you do not possess.
“It is an illusion that youth is happy, an illusion of those who have lost it; but the young know they are wretched for they are full of the truthless ideal which have been instilled into them, and each time they come in contact with the real, they are bruised and wounded. It looks as if they were victims of a conspiracy; for the books they read, ideal by the necessity of selection, and the conversation of their elders, who look back upon the past through a rosy haze of forgetfulness, prepare them for an unreal life. They must discover for themselves that all they have read and all they have been told are lies, lies, lies; and each discovery is another nail driven into the body on the cross of life.”
(Of Human Bondage, W. Somerset Maugham)
3 comments:
The grass always looks greener on the other side.
dont think about what you dont have, think about what you have!!!!you have so much valuable gifts in your life!!!!
you have friends who care, boyfriend who is considerate, you are good in writing, you are generous and loving, you can see how pretty the world could be, you can hear the music, you can speak... :)
Agreed with KA~
JiaYuu!!
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