Daily Notes: On Being Frustrated
Being 27 is frustrating. I want to save for the future and establish a bit of security for myself, but in the same breath, I feel like such a poser. This whole corporate 9-5 thing just isn’t me. I can go through the motions and have developed a rather believable persona, but the real me is dying to bust through these flimsy cubicle walls and let the universe whisk me away on another grand adventure.
I think half the problem is that we have options, and choosing between great options makes for tough decisions. Should we do the responsible thing and stay on PEI so that we can save money for a few years to finance our dreams in Goa? Or should we move out to Vancouver so that we’ll be closer to my family and the lifestyle we miss, but put our Goa dreams on hold for a few extra years? Or maybe we should just say screw it all to the responsible choices, and worry about money, family, and the future later.
I want to travel, write, and photograph. He wants to make documentary films and live out a survivor like existance on a south pacific island. And the more time I spend within the walls of this cubicle, those brillant dreams have started to taunt me in ways that have made it exceedingly difficult to be productive at work.
I left the big job once before and ended up finding Vibhu in Mumabi. I can’t even imagine what wonders the universe holds for us living out our dreams together.