If you were to die tomorrow, how would you spend your last day on earth?
Or rather, would you have lived your life differently if you knew there was an expiration date?
Not to sound like a pessimist, but lately I have been torn between wanting to persevere through my new job or dropping everything to travel around the world..
It’s been my fourth month as a travel agent and I just don’t see it getting any easier for me. I’m not someone who quits easily -if ever- but being hearing impaired in a fast-paced, challenging work environment means I am constantly having to work twice as hard just to catch up with what the next person could’ve done in their sleep. And frankly it is starting to take a huge toll in me.
Sometimes I ask myself why I even bother to persist through a job where I constantly feel like I will never be good enough..
I mean, I’m single, 23 years young with no commitment to anyone at this stage of my life. My biggest fear is for me to wake up when I’m 40 one day, juggling 2 screaming kids in my lap with baby vomit in my hair and regretting the fact that I never really lived.
And to truly live, for me, is to buy a one-way ticket and just go.
No plans, no commitments, no worries.
As of tonight, I plan on making this a reality. Watch this space.