The Makings of a Commitment

The thing about doing meaningless work is that at one point, you look yourself in the mirror and say that enough is enough. This time may come sooner or later for each person. Hopefully sooner rather than later. Personally, I'm still struggling with the idea that there is an inner voice inside us which will guide our search for a fulfilling life/ career. Close to this time last year, I remember thinking about this too. What kind of career will be a satisfying one? Some people go with what is expected of them, what they have always known they wanted to be, what is convenient and available. Some of us are not as fortunate. After spending a ton of time trying to figure it out, we may still not succeed. Worse yet, even after getting what you think you want, you realize that it really isn't that great after all. Then what? Start all over again?

Of late, a feeling of detachment has resurfaced. The inability to feel connected to others can only mean one thing. Self-absorption. Yeesh. What's wrong? What's wrong? What's wrong?

For as long as I can remember, working for the UN and such agencies have held a certain appeal. To get an idea, Angelina Jolie's role in Beyond Borders would be nice. Or Nicole Kidman's in The Interpreter. So then logically I thought of a job that would allow for working there and one that pays well too. The brilliant idea of HR came to mind. It was all fine and dandy til the realization that HR is HR no matter which company you work for. It is still a corporate job and I refuse to believe that the purpose of life is to collect as much money as you possibly can in a lifetime. There has to be something more than that. There is not much of a difference I can make here, so perhaps it is high time to go in search of a new quest.

To draw from life experiences, the last 2 times where I have felt a sense of contentment came from being high in the mountains of the himalayas and below sea level off an island in Malaysia. Follow your instincts. While they may not always be right, sometimes they are all that we have.