The importance of being not contented

I'm happy with my job, really I am.

But I don't know why, when someone asks, I tell them I'm not and I want to switch.

I envy those who are doing the 'something else' that I thought I might do someday:
> copywriter for super ad firm,
> photo-journalist that takes amazing pictures worthy of National Geographic
> or simply a journo that's paid a lot (money is a kind of ambition too okay)

But I believe that with time, these things can be achieved (as long as I live long enough).

So even though sometimes I feel small, like a journo who works for the smallest English daily (and it's free too) in Malaysia kind of small, I am happy.

Although sometimes the work feels a bit insignificant.

But what is right? In the bigger picture (of the cosmos), nothing we do will matter in the end.

It is the people you share it with, the difference you make for that one day that matters now.

So, instead of whining about how I could do more, do better, go further, be richer, I'm going to just enjoy being here.

As for being more, getting more, it'll come when it comes.



(I'm prolly just kidding myself and will prolly go on some type of a hunt to get what I want soon enough.)