Where the Wild Things Are

It's not easy to keep on writing. Ideas are always abundant, but the will to write would ebb if not geared consistently. Sometimes I almost forgotten, how fun was it to write, to pen down the ideas lighting up in my head? The creative process is really 1% inspiration and 99% perspiration, according to Einstein.

After my last post, I went to the Lumut Powerman, and straight onto the flight to Gold Coast. 20 days in a foreign country, I would say I hardly mingled with the people there, leave alone blending into their lifestyle. Maybe because of that, I couldn't really appreciate the stay there. Note to self: I need to be more curious and more adventurous!

Back on homeland, I discovered the Immigration had banned me leaving the country due to unsettled study loan, what a bummer! Got to get my act together, finding a job is top priority. That takes me back to square one: what I wanna do, and in which growing industry can I thrive?

Assuming same qualification, similar job scope, equal effort and time spent, some industry rewards you well, some lead you to no where. So lesson 1: get into a proliferating, growing industry, with healthy competition. All my previous jobs are nothing better than a slow moving raft in the red ocean. Sad, but true. The satisfaction of learning something new is always exhilarating, but if you were good, you'd learn everything and hit the glass ceiling sooner than you thought.

Markets have their ups and down, so does a company. If you were long enough in the business, you know how the company fared compare to the whole industry. Then comes the question: is the company moving forward, stagnant, or moving backwards? Think big pictures, and superimpose your company on it. The non- forwarding trend signals an imminent retreat plan. Small company with 10 years in the market, sitting happily in their comfort zone, chiao!

Experience is a function of effort, time and enthusiasm, with 'time' to the power of 2. Time is the key, it's compounding effect dominates all. That leads me to think, what have I been spending most of my time on? Writing? For that burst of satisfaction? I'm beginning to doubt myself, am I writing because I'm narcissistic? Would I had better spent my time elsewhere?

To write or not to write, I chose not. In the mean time, job search has been a setback. I decided not to go into journalism, had enough of medicals, and not even close to chemicals. IT seemed good, but it'd been a while, the resume really look bad. Had it not for the constant exercise, 2 months and countless rejects could drive me into depression. Of all people, I might be the last few who would suffer long term depression, that's a blessing.

It's been weeks that I picked up the reference book for a professional certification, writing bugs are all over me again. Maybe I shouldn't mind, if narcissist I am, so be it. Don't let those brain juice go to waste, life is too short not to have fun. Most men in their 40's suffered midlife- crisis even more intensively, I should try to avoid that.

Also there's a few life- changing revamps, resetting of priorities, and a more thorough cost- benefit analysis taking place here. Some doors that left opened had to be closed, closed so gently, not slamming. With that, the door to writing has opened wider than before, more so than I could imagine.

Read from somewhere, the world needs people who can tell stories, to make the world more interesting. I could be that person.