Today, I finally quit my job. I know, that was a reckless decision but I've been working there for 2 years now and my mental state is just getting worse. Nonetheless, it was a nice experience. "Nice" in a sense that it gave me a good shock about what it means to be an adult. Though I can't really tell whether I learned something from that experience but what I realized is that I finally have a dream. It's hard straying all my life wondering where this feet would take me. Not really having something I want to do or what I wanted to be, is something I've been doing ever since. It was a wake up call I never really anticipated but it's great to have a dream right? Though a lot of people might criticize me for this especially those who knew me well. I guess they never expected me to do just that. But I didn't regret anything.
That was what I thought at first. It's been almost 11 months since I quit and now I'm stuck here. I haven't found another job, not that I'm really searching, and made no progress in doing what I've dreamed to be. Do I lack sincerity? Did I ran out of desire? Is my passion not enough? Or maybe it really was a reckless decision. I don't know but I realized something again. Something's still not right.
To be continued.
