I am on a hunt…of something I haven’t figured out quite yet.
Some call this the quarter life crisis, and though it’s just about the right time for me for that stint, I would rather use a more plainfolk’s term for my situation now: LOST. All my life, I’ve always known what the next step would be for greatness. Thanks to a very systematic educational system preschool precedes gradeschool, then comes highschool, finally college (MBAs are optional, up to you to take it if you miss your life as a student after being burntout by work).
But then comes post-grad, all opportunities are open to you, tons of possible choices you can pick from but there are still so many questions you’ve got to answer before you get to pick which one you should go for. Errr..I think my generation is not quite used to that. So what happens then? You’ve got a generation of lost individuals echoing each other out when they have officially declared the quarter-life crisis status.
So what exactly is the crisis all about? A lot of things. But in my case, it’ s primarily career. At 25, how would you know what you’d want to be doing when you’re 45? You don’t even know what would interest you in the next hour or so! We have lived a life where multi-tasking is a virtue. The downside of it is that you get used to not putting your focus on a single matter – it is a need that you do several things at the same time in order to stimulate your interest. This habit does not exactly fit into the ideal straight-path, one-shot way to the top of the corporate ladder.
I had a phase when I wanted to become a pre-school teacher and/or a flight stewardess prior to establishing a corporate career. Why, you ask? I’ve no valid justification except for the fact that I want to. But then, it didn’t happen. I joined the corporate world early on before I can even apply to become any of the 2 that I’ve mentioned above. Now, after 2 years I’m not really sure if it was the right move or not.
Ask my parents, they’ll tell you that it is. It seems that I’m quite good with my current job, it’s got a decent pay and its quite promising in terms of career growth. So what’s wrong? It’s not something that I can quite put my finger on, but I just don’t feel happy doing it anymore. It’s (1) routinary; (2) stressful and (3) takes the fun out of working – trust me, I’ve lived in a world where work is supposed to be fun, meaning it just shows that you’re passionate about what you do and you’re willing to give your best at each and every shot.
It’s just not there anymore. So I’m out hunting. Job hunting, that is. For what? I’ve no idea. I’d just do what I’m good at doing – trying out everything, everytime, all at the same time. Who knows, I might end up encountering just about that thing that would help me get back on track – whatever that track may be.
