Life Realizations From An Office Cubicle
Stale air skips across my somber cheeks, as I stare aimlessly at my computer screen. Minutes slipping away to hours, days turning into months. Perhaps the misfortune of being laid off would allow me to resume the allusion of living life. Don’t get me wrong, the ability to work is wondrous. It’s the inability to pursue one’s dream that’s frightening. A wise man once told me “the whole world will conspire to help make your dreams come true.” I believe it, I believe that everything that crosses your path; a relationship, opportunity, misfortune. It all brings you closer to what you truly want in life.
The catch, there’s always a catch. You must authentically crave it. You must yearn for your dream so bad it hurts. Harmonize with your dream, allow it to consume your wandering mind. You’ll see that slowly it will become a part of you. Speak to it as if you were talking to a dear friend. Always trust in the spirit of the universe to show you the way. When you begin your journey towards your personal goal be perceptive of the omens surrounding you. They will encourage your soul, filling you with positive energy, deep breaths of clarity and moments of pure happiness.
It’s during your lowest moments that these omens seem to appear the most, encouraging you to continue. There are signs everywhere if you take the time to see them. Remember that good things come in three, and so do bad things. Never forget that butterflies are a sign of hope and grasshoppers bring luck. Take moments out of your day just to look up. Stare at the clouds, know that you are loved and that one day you will have everything you were ever looking for.
For me, it took working at my current job to realize my truest dream. It stemmed from a desire for a title, slowly shifting into a realization of self-worth. I’ve always been a firm believer of it’s not what you do it’s how you do it. Yet, I found myself feeding into society’s pressure to have a ‘decent job’. So I searched for anything that took me away from my previous restaurant gig. I looked and I prayed for something honorable to come my way. It finally did, and what I found was so much more than a new job.
This office position made me realize the only person I had something to prove to, was myself. It’s not a fancy title that brings happiness, it’s doing what you love that fills your being with jubilance. I had almost forgotten my dreams of being a Journalist. I was so consumed with instant satisfaction that I lost track of what really mattered to me. Months past, and pretending to be something I was not, became more exhausting than any busy serving shift.
I realized it’s not what you do that defines you. It’s the journey you take to get to where you want to be that makes you.