Swimming with The Sharks

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How do you find your passion? And when you finally discover it, how do you know for sure that it is your calling in life? If someone randomly walks to you and says, “You were born to do this,” would you believe them?

We know Roger Federer was born to play tennis. We also know Leonardo DiCaprio was born to act. We have not a single doubt that J.K. Rowling was born to be a writer.

What were you born to do?

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Most fresh graduates I know are determined to start their careers right. In fact, almost all fresh graduates I know have grandeur dreams on how awesome their first job will be as an adult.

Thing is, only one in a million graduates will find that awesome first job. The others will have to settle with ordinary.

As a little child, all we ever want to do is to grow up. Growing up, in a sense, holds the key to the freedom we will have on living the life we have always dreamed of, yet never being able to reach. Being an adult is our ticket to a life free from the boundaries of our parents’ rules – we will discover the world on our terms. And that first job – that first full-time job with awesome salary after graduation will start the pace of the rest of our lives.

Of course, this is such a wrong notion, but how many of those graduates secretly believe that their first job dictates the rest of their career path? Quite a number.

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It was the end of October on a Monday morning where I felt utterly lost and spent. All my university life I was planning my way out, thinking as soon as I threw away the student profession, I would be on my way to some grand adventures, on the path of success paved with gold, glitter, and bling.

It wasn’t, to say the least.

Like all the rest of Monday mornings, I woke up at 6.45am after trying to resist the temptation of snoozing the alarm once, and dragged my feet to take a shower and get ready for yet another day at work.

I had a full-time job, quite a well paid one in fact, and I was dragging myself to work.

That was not how I envisioned my first year of working life would look like.

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