So it has been a while since my last blog post, and I have since experienced a cacophony of highs and lows; ups and downs. Allow me to rant about several things that have constituted my so-called summer vacation.
Being an employee in a fundraising company has been one of the most challenging episodes in my life thus far. The nature of cold-calling, knocking on doors and arranging appointments to pitch a cause is quite remorseless in that very few people are eager to reciprocate whatever passion you may still have about the cause at hand. Normally, that passion would've been depleted one week into the job; because there is just so much a human being can give and bear. Don't get me wrong, I am remunerated for what I do, but these 6-7 hour workdays have drained a lot from me. I, like many others, often spend my long commutes home hoping that what I am doing would amount to something at the end of day.
Add in the high-ankle sprain injury which robbed me of a conference trip to Edmonton and confined me to my bed for at least a week, pain and hobbling for the next two; and you'd get half my summer. Pour other commitments and tasks into the mix and you'd get my typical workday. Throw in other extenuating circumstances (those closer to me would've known) and you'll realize that this wasn't much of a summer break for me.
But I thank God for the beautiful weather nonetheless. Vancouver looks her finest this time of the year. Besides, who am I to complain when I'm only 21 with all my capacities brimming and almost at their prime? A blessing in disguise was when I volunteered to help in my church's vacation bible school, where I realized that life is too short to be bogged down with depressing, mopey attitudes. The children reminded me of the many talents and faculties we possess. Not to mention the sheer energy that was given to us from above. I think all of us should be good stewards of our dimensions, thoughts, energies, capabilities.
We were meant to live for so much more. Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside...
Somewhere we live inside.
Being an employee in a fundraising company has been one of the most challenging episodes in my life thus far. The nature of cold-calling, knocking on doors and arranging appointments to pitch a cause is quite remorseless in that very few people are eager to reciprocate whatever passion you may still have about the cause at hand. Normally, that passion would've been depleted one week into the job; because there is just so much a human being can give and bear. Don't get me wrong, I am remunerated for what I do, but these 6-7 hour workdays have drained a lot from me. I, like many others, often spend my long commutes home hoping that what I am doing would amount to something at the end of day.
Add in the high-ankle sprain injury which robbed me of a conference trip to Edmonton and confined me to my bed for at least a week, pain and hobbling for the next two; and you'd get half my summer. Pour other commitments and tasks into the mix and you'd get my typical workday. Throw in other extenuating circumstances (those closer to me would've known) and you'll realize that this wasn't much of a summer break for me.
But I thank God for the beautiful weather nonetheless. Vancouver looks her finest this time of the year. Besides, who am I to complain when I'm only 21 with all my capacities brimming and almost at their prime? A blessing in disguise was when I volunteered to help in my church's vacation bible school, where I realized that life is too short to be bogged down with depressing, mopey attitudes. The children reminded me of the many talents and faculties we possess. Not to mention the sheer energy that was given to us from above. I think all of us should be good stewards of our dimensions, thoughts, energies, capabilities.
We were meant to live for so much more. Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside...
Somewhere we live inside.
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