Finding My Place Under The Sun
A PLACE UNDER THE SUN. Over the past days I would always thought of these words and definitely it is what i am looking for, in this crucial period of my life when I am plotting my own path in the road less-taken.
Imagine. Four futile years in the academe. Five student records. Two boxes of chalk, two boxes of white board markers, N number of papers, N number of pencils, N number of sign-pens. I guess it’s four years for nothing.
Now, I’m in the middle of my first term in Training and Development, and I’m still in doubt whether this is going to be feasible.
Feasibility.
A lesson i picked up in a couple of years in school.
Will it be worth the expenses shelled out?
Will the product yield the fruits of your labor?
blah blah blah…
I don’t know where to put myself. I know that I’m not that stupid nor dumb. But i really don’t know where to apply myself. Ikaw ba, alam mo kung saan ako babagay?
ASAR.
I am so lost.
I want to do many things, try plenty of things but i can not afford to do so. aside from financial reasons, MY CLOCK IS TICKING.
DAMN IT, I AM TWENTY FIVE YEARS OLD AND I FEEL I AM INCAPABLE OF DOING ANYTHING PRODUCTIVE.
It kills me. Twenty-five years of living; stagnant as water in a rubber tire that encourages pests to habituate.
Ah, basta, yun na yon…
