Even though we always against the odds,
Ask me anything
these are the things that have moulded us
I feel, if there’s anything, we need to STOP vilifying the ‘desk job’. This act of despising the corporate job or the entire corporate world is a means of justifying/validating the ‘creative’ or ‘passion-driven’ industry and a job in it. Get over this inferiority complex and start to recognise that both jobs are on equal levels.
The corporate job brings satisfaction too. And if you’re about to say that the ‘desk job’ is an endless, mindless cycle, let me tell you that a creative-industry job is no less an endless, mindless cycle. It’s just dressed in a different outfit.
As a person who has been in jobs in both the corporate and creative world, I’d say the grass is no greener on either side. There are very unique perks in both jobs, but the satisfaction from a job well done is universal.
A career is what you make it. Whether it’s balancing a pirouette or balancing a financial statement, it’s the process that adds value, not the end result. Find a bunch of like-minded colleagues. Form a community. Share a joke over lunch. The journey is always more important than the end or the start. Find joy in your work. Find purpose in your career. Find satisfaction in this part of your life.
It all seemed so bright, so promising. I thought I had my answer to a months-long question that was nagging in my mind.
And in that one moment, everything came loose. The walls we built, battered. The roofs we constructed, caved in. The promises we made, amounted to nothing. It was like having your legs bound and your hands chained behind your back, while watching your newly-bought precious painting fall to the muddy ground in slow-motion. A beautiful thing that had just been attained, reduced to something that might even disgust you.
All because someone pulled at a thread. And pulled, and pulled.
Since Day One, I knew. From the way you looked at me, and from the way you couldn’t look me in the eye. From the way you feigned a position of humility, and from the way you assumed the position of dominance. From the way took offence, and from the way you offended. From the way you longed to be a part, and from the way you wanted to be ahead.
I’m not perfect, and I’ll admit I’ve been in the wrong many times.
But the one thing I know.. Is that you never really liked me.
Tonight, trust issues run rampant in the airwaves and in my heart. That all-familiar feeling that I’ve trusted someone with something confidential, something personal; and that this trust was taken and broken, ripped apart, and utterly disrespected.
For whatever reason my trust might have been betrayed, I can guarantee it’s not a good-enough reason. There is no upper hand to gain, no dividend to make. All I was looking for in this was a friend and a confidant. Tonight, I lose the latter. Against what my heart has been telling me for so long, the head now says to leave this compromised safe haven.
Clichéd as it sounds, trust takes years to build, and seconds to destroy. Goodnight.