Quarterly Life Crisis

How old are you folks? Well, I am 25. Means, I’ve been living for a quarter of century. It’s been an enjoyable journey, with everything supported by my parent. It is so fortunate for me to have parent who is really understanding of my passion in business (and with that supported it financially), I could easily establish my own company even in my uni time. They also unbelievably have this modern view in every way of life. Not all parent would have that quality, I see some of my friends having a hard times just to meet their girlfriend/boyfriend, some even racistly forbid their son/daughter to be in a relationship with person who poses some criterions, like certain races or certain religions.

I would love it so much if I could stay in that comfort zone forever. But as life goes on, the reality slaps me hard on the face. At 25, I’ll very soon graduate, I’ll have this Master degree with me, with very little work experience (because I was stubbornly chose to play with my business during study, rather than tried to find a part-time corporate job), I have this stunningly gorgeous girlfriend who consistently hinting about marriage, a dad who insist on me finding work in Australia for 5 years before returning for good, and finally, 40ish rejected job application with none were even made it to the interview.

Suddenly the future looks gloomy and remembering those glorious past do not make it better. A friend said that I’m in a so-called quarterly life crisis, an era that everyone ought to enjoy for once in their life. One thing she did not understand though is that these past 2 years (2008 and 2009) are not the best time to graduate. With global economic crisis hitting hard even the resilient Australian economy, finding job is one hell of a job by itself, not to mention if you are a fresh graduate, with little work experience. There is no guarantee next year will be better, although I strongly hope for one. Even if next year is better, what am I gonna do for this one year? Even if next year is better, will there be enough job available for everyone? Even if next year is better, who will know if I’ll stay sane?

Blaming God won’t be wise either; I wasn’t really faithfully obeying His rules all this time anyway. But I think I’ll start looking for answer in Him, Allah the most merciful will surely lead me the way.

So typical of human, eh? Well, I guess that’s why we are called that way, human.

A recipe for disaster is when you mixed a bowl of quarterly-life crisis with a gallon of global financial crisis. Although a healthy dose of self-confident mixed with a little bit of pessimism while pouring positive attitude generously will give you relief even if only for a bit.

(Sydney late May 2009, writing this non-sense instead of writing a cover letter)