Sometimes you’ve been at sea for so long, that the overwhelming feeling of desperation is eventually turns to desire. The desire to accept no less than the one destination that was once so vivid in the dreams that sparked your departure, but now, so far from the horizon’s view.
My destination is the job that brings out the best in me. That wakes me up in the mornings, makes me feel appreciated, and ideally, makes me feel I’m serving the greater good in some way. So far this 3 month journey has swept me past the shores of a few lucrative opportunities out of my reach, as its yet to end.
As the pace has begun to slow and I grow tired, one would think I would have taken up the chance for an interview offered. For a reason I can only explain as a ‘desire for my destination’ , I chose to keep going than settle. I’ve come too far. As I feel the term “sink or swim” is better used when circumstances are placed upon us, I hold my head high and feet firm as captain, I choose sail.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
“Invictus” by William Ernest Henley