There is always the 10 minutes of time to contemplate while in the shower.
A year ago I was still studying my final semester. There were little concerns other than just studying for exam styles that I have had over 4 years to get familiar with. While the number was dwindling, I still had friends in Melbourne and whatever trials and tribulations, we were there for each other. At the time, there were still good things to look forward to, a graduation ceremony and maybe new opportunities to finally contribute back to those who have cared for me all these years.
This time now, I have exhausted all options from larger firms with graduate opportunities. I feel I have squandered the time given to actually work harder in securing myself a job. I wasn’t overconfident about my abilities, just that maybe I had felt that I’d leave luck to decide my fate for me. Heh, I guess my luck has worn thin and now I’m not even sure I’m back to square one of finding a job. There is this outlook of impending loneliness as I am a quiet person who only opens up when reached out to. This is a paradox as being an individual, no one will hear you scream in silence, yet it has never been my character to boldly represent myself.
There is no longer the linear path that I had to follow. Heck, I guess you could even call it a railroad, as there was little deviation. The goal at the time was to not fail any subjects and graduate. Life isn’t so simple now. There are many things to juggle that I have not tried before in my life. It feels just like when I first came to Melbourne in 1999. It was my first try at independence and I was not emotionally prepared for it. I was impressionable back then and started to question why things were the way they were. So many things I took for granted I had to learn on my own, and somehow, I managed to pull myself through despite feeling pressured by my surroundings and being uncertain of my identity. I am going through a similar period now I guess, although things seem to have increased a hundred fold in difficulty.
I find I don’t complain or voice out my concerns enough. I’ve been taken out of my comfort zone of knowing what to do and these days, I’m walking a fine thread between keeping myself confident that I can pull things through and just feeling utterly hopeless about my surroudings. Friends and family have given comforting words, but I know my own strengths and weaknesses to the extent of not acknowledging them at times. Before, I was comfortable with letting things slide, and most usually, things resolved themselves over time. Now, being patient won’t change a thing unless I do something about it, as things won’t just fall on my lap conveniently. I have been too comfortable with the way I am for too long, and I will become like the extinct dodo if I don’t change the way I do things, mainly being more adamant about achieving the things I want in life.
There is an intangible fear that I will not live up to the expectations and responsibilities set upon me by others and most importantly, myself. It is this fear that clouds my logic and reasoning towards helping myself out. Words are easy to utter, but everyone has their own mental capacities in dealing with adversity, some coping with it better than others.
It is going to be a difficult few months.
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