What should I do with my life….
The brain has been thinking a lot in the past few days. Before I get to that, I just want to share about my weekend:
– Sat, met up with Will to go riding. Bumped into Darren. I missed the Fork of the Credit, the wind, the hills. The most enjoyable moment was riding up Hockley (without getting off the saddle), huffing and puffing, looking back and telling Will, “isn’t this fun?”
– just registered for Ironman Lake Placid 2007. Darren had been creeping me out about hitting that register button. This morning, I just fill the form without thinking. Get it done and submit. So I pay 480 bucks for a lot of fear….(My occupation is Fashion and my job title is Professional Spandex Wearer). 🙂 Ok so it ain’t all fear.
What I gather from this book is that there is no single set formula to this so call life. And in a way, it is confusing. Also in a way, I like the choas.
There are stories where a lady spend two years figuring out what she wanted to do with her life. Realize doctor was her destiny. Went to medical school and realize doctor is not her thing b/c she had to deal with sick patients.
There are a few stories of people who have great career but deep inside are never satisfy with life and see themselves as failures.
There are people who loves to jump from one thing to another. To them, life is about trying different things.
The more I read about different people and the choices they make and how they perceive life, the more I realize how 1-Dimension I am (or I was).
Three years ago, the only thing I will talk about is business. Money is the talk. I ain’t greedy about money. After reading Rich Dad, Poor Dad, I focus on cash flow, reoccuring income, and financial independence. If you ain’t in business or have some bold and ambitious dreams of making it to the top, I don’t really want to talk to you. Not that I look down on people, I just want to associate with people who think just like me.
I started up a business with a friend. Didn’t went anywhere. On one hand, I often wondered what I have done wrong. On the other, I am glad I wasn’t successful at it.
Failure is all about perspective. In return, I become much humbler in life. Over the years, I start to wonder what I value and what other value.
Being 1-dimension reminds me of a chinese story about a frog living in a well. A bird flew over the well and had a conversation with the frog.
The frog loves the well. It is wet, lots of bugs, everything the frog wants. To the frog, the well is the best place to live. Since the frog only live in the well, he asks the bird how it is like to be outside. The bird describes the nature, the forest, the vastness of the sky. Since the frog only see the sky from the small opening of the well, he doesn’t believe what the bird is saying.
The bird insisted that there is so much to life than just a well. The frog slowly get curious and wonder what is outside of the well. So the bird decide to take the frog out and see the real world.
To get the frog out of the well, the bird will hold on to a stick while the frog bite on to the stick. As the bird flew out of the well, the frog saw the beauty that the bird was describing. He was in awe, opened his mouth and drop back into the well.
Between my peers, there ain’t a lot to talk about. Career, what do u do when you come out of universtiy, what do you study, what do you want to work, how much money can you make, will u get a MBA. Like I said, very one dimensional. In a sense, I am part of this one dimensioness. Most of my conversation is about career and work….
Po described the culture of New Orleans where no one cares what you do. Everyone just work only to a point where they can live off of then spend the rest of the time on their dreams. Wow. I can hear the questions and the criticism from myself and my peers..
What, don’t you want to move up? Don’t you want to retire early? What about taking care of your family?
Perhaps I am tired of staying in this dimension? If others fit well with this dimension, great. Stay with it.
I remember having a conversation with a friend. I told him you really need about 30 k to just survive. That is about how much my warehouse workers make and they have family and still survive. He gave me a strange look like it was too little.
I have been hunting for a number of jobs and slowly the money expectation is slowly creeping up. 40 k to 50 k. 50 k to 60 k. Granted, most of those high end jobs I apply I have little qualification for. On the other, if 40 k is sufficient, perhaps I should find any job that brings me more compatible with my training.
This opens up a new set of problems and discussions. Culture, family, peers, expectation… (to be continued)