A wise, young man posed me a question late last night, when I made known my desires to go abroad. He asked me to seriously consider the reason(s) of wanting to move.
He shared his thoughtful insights with me, given that he already took that step last year, albeit in a little rush. He said it was quite a sacrifice, leaving his job and family back here, including yours truly, upon having made his mind up to take up the offer. When reality has sunken in after the initial euphoria of living out and romanticizing your dream, it can be very a testing time for the soul.
I understand his concern. He knows that I've long been enticed with thought of going abroad. We had had this discussion before. He is concern that this a misguided reaction, churned out by the feelings desperation in seeking job satisfaction, again. A considerate young man, indeed.
Yet again, I've harbouring the thought to go abroad. I think this time, it's a serious thought. I might regret taking this step, yet I feel I will not hesitate to offer my gratitude. For finally, I've come to think of what I want to do, learn to make plans and execute them. I've been taking many a plunge of late, some were ones that I should have done long ago. I know many eyebrows were raised, distastefully nonetheless. Madness must be the forerunning word in those minds.
Plunge, because, apart from the strong, very strong desire to leave this lifestyle and transform it into my fond memories, I have not a very good reason to go abroad. I'm not really gaga over the thought of staying alone, yet it beckons more strongly than being in the state that I'm in now.
In the remote corner of my mind, lay this wicked thought of leaving all behind, to start anew. I feel trapped in this kind of living. All the familiarities are suffocating me, because I dared not make moves and take actions, my thoughts constantly chiding with every action that I want to take, constantly reminding myself to be responsible, to think of others, to be grateful, to be good.
A foreign environment could help you to be conscious of all your thoughts. Maybe it's simply a form escapism?
He shared his thoughtful insights with me, given that he already took that step last year, albeit in a little rush. He said it was quite a sacrifice, leaving his job and family back here, including yours truly, upon having made his mind up to take up the offer. When reality has sunken in after the initial euphoria of living out and romanticizing your dream, it can be very a testing time for the soul.
I understand his concern. He knows that I've long been enticed with thought of going abroad. We had had this discussion before. He is concern that this a misguided reaction, churned out by the feelings desperation in seeking job satisfaction, again. A considerate young man, indeed.
Yet again, I've harbouring the thought to go abroad. I think this time, it's a serious thought. I might regret taking this step, yet I feel I will not hesitate to offer my gratitude. For finally, I've come to think of what I want to do, learn to make plans and execute them. I've been taking many a plunge of late, some were ones that I should have done long ago. I know many eyebrows were raised, distastefully nonetheless. Madness must be the forerunning word in those minds.
Plunge, because, apart from the strong, very strong desire to leave this lifestyle and transform it into my fond memories, I have not a very good reason to go abroad. I'm not really gaga over the thought of staying alone, yet it beckons more strongly than being in the state that I'm in now.
In the remote corner of my mind, lay this wicked thought of leaving all behind, to start anew. I feel trapped in this kind of living. All the familiarities are suffocating me, because I dared not make moves and take actions, my thoughts constantly chiding with every action that I want to take, constantly reminding myself to be responsible, to think of others, to be grateful, to be good.
A foreign environment could help you to be conscious of all your thoughts. Maybe it's simply a form escapism?
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