My Life and My Traffic Light

I don't know why I haven't posted anything on my blog for so long. But I know for sure that I have not published and written a word for more than a month now. I think this is the time to actually get busy again with writing, hehe.

Nothing much had happened really for the past month. Same old story. Same old characters and same old grudges. I think I am better now, but still jobless.

Sometimes, I mean in most of the time, things don't happen the way you want them to. In fact, things happen when you don't expect them to happen. Unforeseen circumstances, others call it fate. Or otherwise.

This past month, I had been busy. Busy checking on the sunday newspapers in the classified ads section hoping to find and cut job advertisements for employment. From one sunday to the other, I had been vigilant and I kept seeing the call center job advertisements as big as a one newspaper page, more or less a sign that this country is going nowhere. I took it as a sign that somehow and in some way, this would be the scapegoat, my scapegoat. Or more of like a fate I should be taking that I have denounced for so long.

Clipping classified ads from the sunday newspapers became my hobby. And inquiring over the phone for the job description specified became my tool. There were a few jobs that were posted that I became interested in. Not exactly my cup of tea, but close.

From one job inquiry to another, I kept myself occupied and alert for interesting jobs. I may have clipped the best jobs there were on the newspaper, the question still wondered in my head, "Would I be qualified?"

I spent a rather fair amount of my time job hunting, distributing my resume from one company to another with hopes of getting a phone call from them for an interview or an exam schedule. But still, of no luck.

As minutes turned into hours, hours into days, days into weeks, and weeks in months, I heard no phone calls, not even one job that I seriously wanted. Ah, yeah, I got a letter from an advertising firm stating that I was qualified for the post but they did not have a vacany at that point. So it was just a way of saying, "You're good, but not good enough!" (Did that suppose to make me feel better?)

Months had passed since my last job and believe me, I have had my shares of depression, denial, rejection and low esteem in the process. It was a rough road and it still is. But I have said that lessons in life need to be experienced in order to be learned. And this is exactly what's happenning.

From my rough journey, I realized that dreams are to be postponed for a while in order for you to fulfill and live them. That timing is everything. And that you are not yet ready to live those dreams.

Life is a one, big traffic light. God does not flash His red light to stop us from dreaming but only flashes the yellow one to tell us to wait for our turn, that our go signal, the green light will have to come at the right time.

My being jobless is one thing I consider my wake up call. Dreams remain dreams for some people because they stop dreaming. They stop believing. I have my own dreams, too. They may not happen now, but I know that if I keep on dreaming and believing, I will get there. I would just have to wait for my yellow light to turn green and I am ready for the ride. But for now, I should live within my means. Work with whatever available resources there is. And simply enjoy the ride.