Cursor blinks.
An old black keyboard.
Freestyle, smoothly playing.
Thy feverish self.
I started to engulf those
experiences I encountered for this year. As my mind blabs varied matters to
start with, I came up inculcating thy change 2014 brought me.
A
banker in the morning, and running my heart out at night, that was my lifestyle
for my first ever job. I worked five times a week, handling cash and new accounts.
Door opens, greeting clients, endless
sales talk and facing the reality that I have an 180deg-related job to my
diploma.
It was an enormous ride; phases
that helped me grow and be what I am now. Earning money with my own sweat is
not, like I though it would be. It was hard. I came to the point, that I almost
cried every night asking thy Lord, if I’m in good hands, or make an impetuous
decision to leave.
Early February, a short white paper
became the validity of my banking career. It was an impulsive and selfish act,
I know it for sure. I tried. I helped myself to embrace the job. But, I met the
finish line, not worrying what life will bring me after.
I was jobless for 3 months.
Yolo-ing at its finest; beach, hike, 12-hour sleep, going out with friends,
indulging myself to those things I missed out. But bipolar hits; I ended up
crying again, asking my physical self what I should be doing now. So I came
back from scratch, applied and went for interviews. I was about to accept a job
merely related to my course, but thy Lord gave me another opportunity.
