on certainty, or not
I'd like to pen an incisive comment on certainty, but at the moment that would be like drawing a tree to hold on to in a tornado.
But here's a quick sketch: graduate career management consultant singapore the Boy postgraduate school history philosophy of history investment banking equity research postgraduate masters PhD industry research gap year travel China job money final year thesis management consultancy applications...
...advertising?
Up until this point in my life I've considered little else but a corporate career. Up until this point in my life more people than I can remember have demanded various things along the lines of "Why aren't you going into journalism, advertising, graphic designing, etc." Why do people think I'm creative? Any casual scrutiny of my artistic sides will reveal a distinctly lukewarm ability, and a complete dearth of originality. Perhaps the occasional stroke of genius.
So I reassure myself that it'll be ok to have a job I can legitimately hate, so that the sanctity of my creative loves - writing, reading, music, art - are preserved in all their untainted, uncommercialized, woefully amateurish glory. Or something to that effect. Everything was settled, and I would slide gratefully into the role society has carved out for me, the very embodiment of the Good Friday-Lovin' Monday-Hating Citizen.
But, storms are a'raging. September's not so far away as I thought, and a slow, asphyxiating panic is starting to creep up on me. And it's coming squarely down on that question: What do I really, really want to do?
What I've really, really wanted to do for a while is send a postcard with "Doing a great job in the mailroom dudes!" written on it. But really, that doesn't help.