Then There Were 8. (The 21st Century Job Crisis).
Finding a job is one part of the problem.
Finding a job you love and being allowed to do it well is the ‘real’ problem.
My friends and I have jobs.
We wake up every morning, put on our neatly pressed clothes and fix a smile on our faces. We exchange pleasantries, try to keep busy especially when the boss is looking and take occasional stretching breaks that are more relaxing to the mind than to the body.
We try not to yawn too much or take too many cigarette breaks and we make sure to continue working, in between bites of lunch.
In-between the clattering of our keyboards however, we sometimes stop to daydream even if for 5 minutes about a different situation, a more ideal scenario where we’d be doing something differently instead of this.
I know that my best friend would rather be breaking into a sweat in the sun and be playing professional football rather than the job he is so grateful to have.
And I know that my boyfriend would rather be making music than movies – had he been given a real choice.
And me, I’d rather be sitting in a quiet, tiny coffee shop that most people ignore – a thin tip marker in hand and a thick, recycled looking notebook to write in.
I’d be gazing out the window, making unfair observations of people whilst using my imagination to jot down the craziest of things that would most definitely not happen.
But it could..maybe.
If it’s a thought, why not?
But in the end, we’d resume from our midday, blissful pause and continue living the life we are so fortunate to have.
We will pack up our bags and our thoughts and hit the road, where our biggest challenge would be surviving angry, tired souls just trying to make their way home.
And after the chaos ends, we sink into our beds reminding ourselves to try harder for the job we’d rather have….
But instead wake up the next morning hoping, even if barely, just to get by.
x
S.
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