Some days I find myself selfishly not minding getting that lower ranking in April, because even though it could likely mean I would lost my job, it would also easily mean 6 months salary upfront
.... and a chance to start something new.
It's not that I don't like my current job. It's alright, I guess, but I'm ready for my world to change. As much as I am thankful for what I have now, I'm ready, desperately ready, for a change. I want to fall to my deepest low and crawl back out with a lighter head.
"When you've lost everything else, that's when you find yourself"
I want a change so much- I want to change myself, the people around me, the lifestyle I lead. I need to mess everything up and take my time arranging everything again, where and how I see fit.
I want to let go of people who are like the lalang tepi jalan, who say one thing but do something else the next. The indecisives, the ones who aren't sure of who they are and what they stand for.
Not that I'm any different, but I still hold on to some values. Or at least I try. I don't still pretend to like a person once they treat me like shit. I dont' see the point of maintaning friendships with people who don't deserve it. I don't see the point of faking nice to the many, many girls in Malaysia who are really nothing but shallow underneath.
I want to let go of a habit I never really was able to break. I want to find myself and better myself, and see what's so nice about falling in 'love', like everyone seems to be going on about. I want to rave about being happy and feeling happy.
I want to try yoga, go scuba diving, sit on the beach in Mauritius. I want to learn to play the drums, ride a bike, pick up cooking lessons. I want to travel the world, to find new friendships and build better relationships and not get so easily annoyed by the old.
I saw an old man walking by the road today. He was in a tattered shirt and ripped pants. His thin frame and bony face made him look even more tired and frail, as he was pulling himself slowly under the drenching hot sun. I felt like stopping the car and dropping him to where he wanted to be. I felt like giving him some money to get a drink, or maybe a decent meal. I felt like giving him a home, rather than have him out there like that.
But because it was a main road, I couldn't stop. Then I got angry. I got angry at life, and God. I don't know this man but what did he do to deserve a life like this? Why does he give such hardships to some people, yet there are some who simply breeze through life without even caring where they're next meal is coming from? How is all this fair and how does this work? How is a poor man supposed to resist stealing, or being angry with the world, when his situation is such?
They talk about patience, about understanding. I have so many questions, but there isn't really an answer- at least not one which I think makes sense.