Sometimes I wonder, what am I doing, really? Why am I in an office doing work, why did I choose to work in a multi-national company with datelines, reports and other stuff, why did I choose this path?
I want to sit by the ocean, upon grains of fine sand that inevitably crawls its way into your clothes.
I want the sun kissing my whole body, while the wind throws its caresses into my face, my hair.
I want to lay on the beach chair with a cup of tea by my side and a stack of story books on the other.
Then when the sun sets, I’ll be there drinking in the magnificent sight.
Yet, when I think about it, I can’t imagine just relaxing for the rest of my life.
I need drama, I need fire, I need action!
What can I do that contributes to society, to my family and my bank account?
What can I do that serves both my happiness and financial stability?
I heard someone mention before “What you love doing doesn’t necessarily give you what you need.”
What do I do now?
All I know for now is that I’m a prisoner of hope; I’ll figure it out somehow.
At the meantime, I’ll dream of beaches and tea.