Friday, September 23, 2011

I rebel.


This is a conversation I had today:

D: XXX has been working at our company for X years in HR. She's very hardworking. She'll stay back every evening till 8 or 9pm before going home. She says that since there is nothing else for her to do anyway she might as well work.

Me: That's very sad. Her life is just 'get up, work, go home, sleep' and repeat.

D: That's normal. That's life. 

Me: No. That's not life. That's survival. I want more from life than that.

D: Well then you better get a rich boyfriend or husband so you don't have to work and you can carry an LV bag everyday and drive a big car around.

Me: That's not life either. I don't want to be dependent on others for a living. I'm not looking for branded stuff. I want to LIVE life. I want to experience what the world has to offer. I want to be happy.

I am stubborn. I rebel against societal norms. I choose to rebel against the common misconception that if I do not hold a degree, I am not worthy of good employment or good pay. I rebel against the fact the life is about getting a degree, a job, climbing the corporate ladder, getting married, having kids, and then retiring. I rebel against that cookie-cutter lifestyle. Scratch that. It's not a lifestyle. It's just survival.

I want to LIVE. To travel. To see the world. To write what I want.

Most of all, I want to be happy.


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