Just back from visiting aunt’s new house. What a view from the living room! Never knew that the Jurong Lake looks this good from height.
Then, the numbers started rolling. Per Square Metres. Profit Margins. Percentage Increments. etc etc. These are terms not yet familiar on my usual lingo. I’m still living off numbers that are so complex, I can’t be sure if they are real or imaginary after all these years of studying. In fact, I haven’t done much other than studying like a cow. And still, I’m not even sure of what I’m studying.
In a couple of months time, I’ll join the annual job grabbing exercise. What will I do? A job that pays decent? A job I perceive to be more closely aligned with my dreams? Or the best of both worlds? Congratulations for all who managed that. If you’re living your dreams and bringing home a fat pay cheque every month, it’s so much easier to smile when the alarm clock starts ringing in the morning.
Some call it a race involving rodents. Some prefer to call it a vertical ascent up an invisible ladder. Whatever name it is, there’s always a negative air about it. I don’t know yet, I’m only hearing from others. And at the end of race/ladder, all we are working for is a pricey pigeon-hole that are slowly but surely extending into the clouds. Soon, we might even need oxygen masks. The story continues, but it’s no longer as interesting as the Roald Dahl storybooks I used to read.
I want to write this, because I want to remind myself that there was once, when I still have my dreams.
