Best read with The Temper Trap's Sweet Disposition
With how fast things are, I often wonder if I have the time and energy to be myself.
Before my grandfather died, we had coffee in Lord Stowe's and while I savoring my first ever treat to him, I distinctively remember him telling me to find work that I love so that I don't have to work at all! His one great advice to me was to find a job that I want to do so that it seems like days swiftly pass by. A few weeks later, he passed away and although I knew it was coming, it was still so hard to swallow.
Ever since my transfer, days indeed swiftly pass by. I absolutely love what I do now and I absolutely love the speed. Finally, no more sitting all day. Now, I am able to practice something I am truly passionate about. I'm pretty sure this is exactly what my grandfather meant.
I just wish everyone else was like him.
I guess it's hard when no one understand you. The other day over dinner, my dad gave me one of his pep talks on you should be doing what you love. After explaining to him that I am doing what I love, he continues on with how proud he is of me but of course I'm still not stable and all that crap about life and money. Then he ends with: "I'm not saying this specifically about your work, just a little advice."
I love my dad and I'm happy he drives me to work when I need it.I love the fact that even if he has nothing to spare, he still gives what he can. But the thing is, I miss my grandfather's advises and no man will ever know me and guide me the way he did.
It's alright. I accept that some people will never ever really understand what you want to do in life. Thus, they compartmentalize things not knowing that it the universe... it is the universe to you. I've come to accept that there are only a few people in this world that accepts young blood and understand the way they look at things. In fact, those are the people that you should keep close to your heart because it is only through them that you are able to see the things that make you who you are.
I look forward to moving out.
I look forward to not thinking about my sister's "reminders" on what to do with my life. I look forward to not thinking about my "dad" and if he's pressed hard already. I look forward to getting a little bit more credit from my brother who forgets my birthdays every year.
Most importantly, I look forward to you.
To whoever you are out there.
Thank you.
Cheers!
Someone Anxious
