Two calls and three persons were on the same phone, in one day. Ring-ring, it's government job again. Father, mother and brother in unison. Maybe I do start to feel a bit wavering.
Have you ever thought deep enough of the true purpose being put on this earth, in this life or in this particular imperfect...body? Some people say "everything happen for a reason." Some say "it just so happen" or "it was just an accident." However, I'm more of the former.
There were a few times I thought I really needed a speech therapist madly. I came across myself a few times in sales: insurance job and its people, and product agents twice. Now, is my sister's turn, which happens not far from me. Why I kept getting myself mixed up in sales? Is God want me to be rich? or to polish up my communication skill? I put both thoughts aside. After all, I'm just a regular scholar, home away from home and reality.
Now, they start to talk me into being an English language educator, a teacher who works for the government. Owing to the fact that society here well aware of the incredible incentives of being part of the government workforce, which is freaking unquestionably yes. And family recognizes my passion and potential in the language. Which makes me wonder why I never took up English instead of Journalism in the first place.
It really gets to me to the bone. It's not my concern, just yet. But then again...
I never regretted. For the sake of pursuing knowledge (er-hem). Reality is, language (English) and Journalism are somewhat related. On the surface, both are quite technical stuff.
Seriously, what is my true calling? Do I even have one? God, if you will remind me again.