Unless I change my negative attitude, the default feeling is that I'm going to prison.
Why am I feeling this way? Have I become an ingrate? I know I am blessed with a job in Singapore. A new beginning, a shot at a kind of life that many from where I come from could only dream of. Why am I not happy? Why am I not excited?
Maybe my vacation is too short? I haven't felt I've bummed enough at home to compensate for all the hard work that I've expended for my final year in university, and now I'm plunging into another sort of the same stressful environment once again.
I'm scared. I'm not scared that I'd screw up at my new job. I'm scared of loneliness.
Boarding time.
God please be with me and please talk to me. I'll listen.
Why am I feeling this way? Have I become an ingrate? I know I am blessed with a job in Singapore. A new beginning, a shot at a kind of life that many from where I come from could only dream of. Why am I not happy? Why am I not excited?
Maybe my vacation is too short? I haven't felt I've bummed enough at home to compensate for all the hard work that I've expended for my final year in university, and now I'm plunging into another sort of the same stressful environment once again.
I'm scared. I'm not scared that I'd screw up at my new job. I'm scared of loneliness.
Boarding time.
God please be with me and please talk to me. I'll listen.
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