Throughout this period of job search, I've been through self-doubt, both in my own ability and desire.

Mike tells me that not everyone gets to do their dream job - not everyone is that lucky. Even so, will I be able to give up material comfort for that? It is so easy to say yes when the situation hasn't happened yet, when you still harbour the bit of hope that maybe you are lucky enough to do what you like with a satisfactory salary. Alas, the field of writing doesn't pay that much, you'll realise.

Even after I've gotten a couple of job offers, and I know I should be grateful, but I'm honestly discontented. William got exasperated when I kept saying that these aren't what I want, so he asked, "What do you want?!"

I want my heart to pump so hard that if I were to die the next moment, it would be worth it.

Find me a job like that.


Via Andrea Chiu

"Pretty much sums up the state that I've been in since I came here, I guess since I was honest with myself and accepted that, like, I'm really scared, and I don't know where my life is going, and I don't know, like, what I'm doing."

One day, let me pack up and leave.