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deartz on March 16th, 2015

Life today is full of stress on work, money, and work. People these days only think of how to earn more money, be it someone who earns hundred rupees or someone whose salary is hundred lakh rupees. Everybody has always some reasons why he needs more, and I am not an exception however few months ago, I forewent an opportunity to earn more, much more, which could have solved my money worries, or so I thought. I had made a decision to reject a job offer which could have given me better financial status and career improvement and more work stress, all of these, in exchange to be #together with my family, specially my newborn son.

On the day that my son was born was also the day that I received a job offer from one of the top companies in the world. The job would have required me to work outside the country, leaving my family behind, and join the company immediately. Ever since I had received the offer, I had trouble in making the decision. On the positive note, accepting the job would have freed me from the financial burden that I was in that time. On the negative note, I would have missed my son’s many firsts. It was a back and forth decision. I enquired all my family members, from my father to my wife, on what I supposed to do, and they were also adamant on giving advice. Everyone I’d asked would tell me to decide for myself. As days passed, I was stressed out by not having a decision. The contact person from that company was emailing me every day, waiting for my final say. And every day, I was bugging my wife and parents on what to do and they always gave me the same uncertain answers. My wife had even told me that she asked God to give her signs though she didn’t get one (I think she’s not religious enough hehe..).

It was two weeks after my son’s birth that I made the final decision, the decision that I’ve never regretted. I was holding my son just after his first bath, as my wife and mom were getting ready to go to temple when for the very first time, he looked at me for a minute and gave me the sweetest smile I’ve ever seen. As if the smile was not enough, he also giggled. I was astounded with joy. It wasn’t his first smile but it was his first smile to me, a smile that could melt the world. His small laughter was music to my ears and until now I could still remember how it had sounded. It was there and then that I’d decided to reject the job offer and stay with my family instead.

I was glad that I did that decision, being #together with my son made me see that some things cannot be replaced with money. It was that smile and laughter that gave me strength and motivation to make do with what I have and not sacrifice the happiness my family brings. After that, I am filled with optimism in my current job and look up for better opportunities without leaving behind my family. Now, every morning, I wake up to the beautiful smile of my son with an occasional bite on my finger and kick on my back 😉

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deartz on March 14th, 2015

Optimism is not my cup of tea, I rarely look optimistic because I do not want to be disappointed when things fail. I know many people who are optimistic in life and LOOK UP to every situation with a positive perception. Although I know that having a positive outlook in life can really be a good value to have, I sometimes just can’t help to be cautious and excuse myself from disappointment. However, though rarely I become optimistic, there was this one time that my being optimistic really helped me achieve what I have now.

I was not very good at school, partly because of my love for sleeping and partly because of my teachers’ impatience. After class 12, I didn’t know which college I’d go to, not because I had had many choices but because of the lack thereof. My parents were worried of my future, our neighbours talked badly of me, my relatives looked down at me, and I was not very proud of myself either. Then lady luck knocked, I was admitted in an engineering college, but it was too far from home. I was never away from home, never separated from my parents, specially from my mom. I was scared and apprehensive. The college was two days journey by train, which meant I couldn’t just go back home any time I would want to. It would also mean that I would have to stay in a hostel or a housing nearby the college. Aside from being away from my family, I was worried too of myself. In my whole life, my mom was constantly taking care of my needs and my dad was always checking up on me. Without them, I didn’t know whether I would be able to fend for myself. With all those concerns that troubled my young mind, I left home and boarded the train off to college.

When I reached my hostel, many students, some were freshmen like me, some were seniors, were already busy checking their rooms and chit-chatting. Like a lost puppy in a dog pen, I was ushered to my room. After finding my room, I sat for hours, trying to grasp everything: the new environment, new people, and my family at home. It was a dizzying moment, and a sad one too. However, despite all the chaos outside my room, at that moment, I had willed myself to focus and aim for one thing, the reason why I came to that place, the same reason why I left home, and that was to get an education, a degree. A piece of paper that I could bring back home and make my parents proud of me, make my neighbours shut their mouths, and my relatives green with envy. It was that moment that I looked at my situation with optimism. Even when the room was small or the food served was tasteless, I had always looked forward to the day that I finished college. With this optimism, college days seemed shorter, and before I knew it, I was on my way back home. However, my homecoming was short as I immediately landed a job, again in a place far  from home. After having to work for many years, I had looked up for a place where I plan to build a home just like the one my parents had, and I finally found one. This time, I’ll be optimistic again that in no time I’ll have my own home.

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