In the quest of reaching to the top, I somehow managed to forget the reason for which I began it in the first place. I am somewhere halfway through the journey and the thought just struck me: Why am I doing this? And thus, the fight in my mind started.
At the beginning it was about getting the best job in the world, making a difference, letting the world know who I am and what I’ve done, and a castle with a Porsche parked in front wouldn’t hurt. Now, I am thinking what is the cost of it? Is it actually worth the trouble?
In the fight we play against all odds- cause let’s face it, being a Romanian student in the UK and “making it” here, it’s not the easiest thing in the world- what are the things we give up?
Maybe I lost focus of what really matters. Not the money, not the job, and certainly not the city make a difference when you’re old and alone. I am sure they help, but are these the things I should consider when making a decision?
Too many questions, too little answers. Or maybe I have the answers, but just deny their existence.
The separation of these thoughts, have taken the shape of relentless questions and answers that swirl inside my head.
r0ddick
