Happy birthday to me.
Another year of my life has gone by. And it wasn’t that productive. Sure, I was able to initiate “some” projects but that’s that. Just “some” projects. Nothing outstanding or impressive.
I never thought that upon reaching your 22nd birthday, you could feel bored. I know I should get a job but I can’t seem to find opportunities to pursue the career that I like. Heck, I don’t even have the talent for it. Sure, I could go back to school but my parents cannot support a second degree due to the high cost of education these days. So I have to find a job–any job and work for maybe two years, resign, then pursue the degree that I really like. What bothers me is that maybe by the time I have had earned enough for my studies, I would be too old to back to school and take up another degree.
To make things worse, employment opportunites for my degree (nursing) in my country is low. That includes the compensation.
I tried applying for other jobs but they either: a) have low compensations and/or, b) don’t accept nursing graduates.
I hate nursing. I wonder why I took it or why I didn’t shift to my preferred course. I feel miserable right now.
I also feel dejected. Sad. Unblissful. It seems like my dreams are so far away. I can always chase those dreams–even forever–but I would never be able to catch them–forever.