And yes , I know, the famous “love what you do till you do what you love” saying that tricks us all into doing something that we might come to remotely love after a while but never end up doing what you really love, because lets face it, what we love most of the time isn’t an easy field to break into. Because that is not your typical field of work where you graduate from college and start doing it, for example being a professional sports player, I know I wanted to be one (still do and would’ve been but lost my window). Another is being in a band and making it big (also want this but maybe I’ll just have a band). Others include artistic kind of jobs like writing (doing it) drawing, photography etc. Some (lucky few) actually get to work on something ordinary that they just happen to love.

What you need in the in the matter of these things you love to do is, talent, a chance (with emphasis on luck) and perseverance (artistic jobs don’t pay at first and maybe not at all or not as good). It’s sad that some talents go undiscovered because the environment was not right, or the circumstances were not adequate, or just plainly not acting about it. If you’re good at something try to make it happen and if you want it that bad or love it that much, maybe luck will come your way (that’s what happened to me).

If you are not of the people who are blessed or have something particular you love to do, you can either try to be your own manger, take the risk and open your own business, or apply the “love the thing you work” as the best option.

Work itself, I think, and that’s my humble opinion, comes in three stages; First the work (slave) with no monetary compensation phase and that’s when you graduate and you are still fit to do above-normal physical and mental labour.

Secondly comes the mid period, and that’s when you work less than you used to and make more money.

Lastly comes the “reaping the fruits of your labour” phase and this is where the most fun is; here you work even less and make much more money; provided of course that with each step forward the responsibilities increase. But hey, now you get to make big decisions and control or manage people (and who doesn’t like that). Patience not being a big virtue of mine (I believe the world should always be in a FF state), I am one of those who tried to go from phase 1 to 2 right away. I figured like maybe get 3 years under the belt, the whole cycle in 10 max (how optimistic is that.)

As it turns out, that logic or approach is flawed. What happens is, you actually start knocking on phase 2′s door and take the responsibility part while still doing all your phase 1 work, so now you have all the workload from the first phase plus the new found responsibility. As for the financial upgrade, it seems that money and a title don’t go hand in hand; you’ll get the title now and in a few month (more few month) you’ll get the money raise.

It all comes down to being able to take risk pursuing this illusive thing you love, nothing beats doing what you love (naturally your good at) for a job, if not so then at least get a hobby to cope with your work and maybe you’ll find out something you love to do.

Oh! Hope, I have lost
Dreams that will never show
Reasons that are no more
And you fade away

The sound of your voice
The song that is you
The gaze of your beauty
The picture that is you
The look of your eyes
The smile that is you

Oh! Hope I have lost
Dreams are no more true
Reasons are forever gone
When you fade away

And then it hurts no more
A memory far away
A feeling that’s so over
My feelings, I now own
My breath, now I can take

Oh! Hope I have regained
Dreams, I will hold
Reasons, I give again
After you fade away

And so it got me thinking, it really does make much sense, with power does comes responsibility (won’t use the words great because we are just human, not superheroes)

So as I wait to get bitten by a spider so I can have awesome power (Superman is an alien, Wolverine is a mutant, Batman is too dark and Hulk is stupid, ugly and green, making Spider-man highly probable)
As I was saying in my quest to ob

I mean for me it has to be the most dreaded visit of them all, something I must do, and eventually everyone does it too.

How is it possible to go in and come out the same man or person u were before a life changing experience that can either comfort you with a great smile or leave you with so much pain, yet you come back again, hoping that this pain will go away!

As I walk my final steps, I come upon a door, the door that I fear but nevertheless welcomes me. I knock and the doors opens, showing me a glimpse of what is to come…

I sit and start to talk and then to another room I go in… Heart beats faster, hair start standing up, and the sweat glands start doing their job in this cold weather. Oh God, make this an easy visit, make this all go away; help me through it.

“Sit! My son” I hear the voice vaguely. “Yes over there, feel comfy in the chair”

Screams in my head make way to come out and I hardly try to suppress them, as I start biting my lips so I won’t shout or cry out!

As I finally rest on the chair; he comes close and starts looking at me with experienced eyes.

“What’s the matter?” he asks.

‘Nothing in particular’ I mutter.

“Great! Now open your mouth!” and I obediently open.

Man I hate going to the dentist!