Should I stay or should I.....
My long time friend L and I were talking yesterday. Strangely at a cafe that you'd least find us. A bun and a few prawn dumplings later, he asked "D, where else in the world do you see old people wiping tables, collecting cups and still working?"
He was stressed, I think. About a potential business venture that would either make or break. He doesn't wanna stay here. Well, WE don't wanna stay here.
There were days when I was in my 20s where I thought hard work and one lucky break was all it took. I slogged like a dog at every job. I was smart, I pick things up fast and I am good with people. But my one big break never came. Like a cliche story, days turn into weeks, into months and into years. It was a bit hard to accept the reality that perhaps, this is my life. Not everybody gets a one big break.
"I don't wanna be cleaning tables at 60." L said.
"I'm ok, I have grown to accept that I will probably have to work till I die." I said. Anyways, I am convinced I will not live long. Look at my lifestyle. Coupled with genetics. I bet no later than 65.
I did some math on my own, every year I pay income tax. I give CPF which I probably won't be able to get back. So, I am actually indifferent between here and somewhere else. Well, not really. I grew up here. This is home. Memories are hard to replace.
But I do wonder the day where I choose one other over here. Till then, many many reasons let me hold on to home. One of them is this Saturday.
There is hope yet.
Hope, is a powerful thing.
He was stressed, I think. About a potential business venture that would either make or break. He doesn't wanna stay here. Well, WE don't wanna stay here.
There were days when I was in my 20s where I thought hard work and one lucky break was all it took. I slogged like a dog at every job. I was smart, I pick things up fast and I am good with people. But my one big break never came. Like a cliche story, days turn into weeks, into months and into years. It was a bit hard to accept the reality that perhaps, this is my life. Not everybody gets a one big break.
"I don't wanna be cleaning tables at 60." L said.
"I'm ok, I have grown to accept that I will probably have to work till I die." I said. Anyways, I am convinced I will not live long. Look at my lifestyle. Coupled with genetics. I bet no later than 65.
I did some math on my own, every year I pay income tax. I give CPF which I probably won't be able to get back. So, I am actually indifferent between here and somewhere else. Well, not really. I grew up here. This is home. Memories are hard to replace.
But I do wonder the day where I choose one other over here. Till then, many many reasons let me hold on to home. One of them is this Saturday.
There is hope yet.
Hope, is a powerful thing.