As a 20 something year old and a post graduate…it’s natural for me to feel hopeless about my future. I complain and whine like a veteran who has seen real shit, when all I’m complaining about is not having a job and how it’s so hard to be a post graduate in the modern day. A good amount of my peers feel the same way. So what do we do? We cover up that misery by dousing ourselves with liquid courage, or indulge ourselves with television programs of self-deprecating 20 something year-old’s who act like the world is so tough and hard but in reality, they just had it so easy for them all their lives, and they’re just really uninteresting no talented typical run of the mill privileged characters that beg attention and sympathy.
Of course that tiny little soap box rant is for another day (yes Lena Dunham is incredibly successful, shut up) but WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT IS…
The whole idea of knowing what your destiny is, and what isn’t.
When it comes to make it or break it moments, people wonder if they’re really meant to make it. For example, and as the main catalyst of this post…
I received an email from the hiring supervisor for this major film distributor (still not saying the company name cause I’m not going to jinx all probable opportunities with them) saying that I didn’t get the job I applied for. That another candidate was chosen over me. Naturally, I was bummed, seriously bummed by it. In fact, I went out of my way to contact a friend about getting together to misery drink together, so that I wouldn’t be misery drinking alone. Don’t think that’s gonna go through though because, ehhh…I’m not accomplishing anything by doing that.
So after I received that email, my self-doubt side started to wonder if I’m really meant to pursue this field. If I’m really meant to pursue this crazy cut throat industry that takes everything out of you, all for the sake of entertainment. But I was quickly reassured by my contact from the studio, saying especially “Don’t play it safe.”
She told me not to “play it safe” because nothing’s worth having unless you really fight for it. A belief I really hold onto and cherish. It keeps me strong and going when the going gets tough.
But then people question and wonder…what if not getting the job is a sign? Some sort of sign, either from God or whatever higher being you believe in or don’t believe in, telling you that you’re not meant to have that job? To go for that goal? To achieve that dream?
It’s easy to think that, too easy. It’s too easy to accept defeat, to give up, to be negative. Because against that argument, I could also say …
What if this is a test? What if God is testing me, to see if I can really make it? If I can really pull through, really do it. What if this is God’s way, or destiny or fate or whatever, what if this is just a sign of reassurance? Reassurance that yeah, I’m a strong guy. Yeah it’s gonna get tough, some days tougher than the others, but in the end I got what it takes to make it. Reassurance that I have just as much power as the next guy to really go for my dreams, my goals, my aspirations, and that this bleeding is only a slight reminder that I could refer to when I finally make it. A reminder to keep me humble and modest as I refer back to my exhausting journey. A journey that, yeah could have killed me thrice times over, but was well worth it to get to where I’m at.
So what draws the line as a sign for the good, or for the bad?
No one knows really. And if anyone tries to convince you that they know, then they sure as hell, of all people, don’t know a damn thing. Because I like to believe that, with all the evil and the bad that inherits this world…why contribute to it with negativity? Why not be optimistic and positive, being the stronger and bigger man in face of all the negativity that surrounds us? Because shit, when you read up on all the success stories of all the movers and shapers of history, they sure as hell weren’t the negative beings that did absolutely nothing to change the world. No, they were all the stronger fighters who kept on going, even when everyone else told them not to.
And besides, if this guy gave up, how would he have been able to tell his inspiring story?
So in the words of Galaxy Quest…never give up. Never surrender.
In the face of 99 problems…never forget to smile and be happy =)
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