This is not a blog. I am not writing this to sell anything. I don’t have any desire to build a massive audience. It’s not to compare your life to. It is simply, my honest thoughts and some moments in my life I’d like to share. Read if you like, I ask for nothing in return.
So what am I going on about? Life is a process. It goes through continuous phases and evolves.
I wonder, do other people feel the same as me? Do other members of my species share similar thoughts? A desire to connect to the universe? A yearning for meaning? What is it all about?
Is…this….it?
Being human?
Human being?
I am. You are. Juuuuuust BE.
I remember studying Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs (see diagram). We human beings are all the same (same, same but different). We have basic needs. Physiological and Security. We have psychological needs: Self-esteem and Belongingness. And finally, our Self-fulfilment needs. This is the experience of purpose, meaning and finding your inner potential.
I have been on a journey. I suppose it was a journey to reach the top of that pyramid – self-actualisation. I needed more creativity and purpose in my life: to find my vocation, a job I could be proud of. I wanted to live as ethically and sustainably as I could in our society. To connect my words with my actions.
I am about to embark on my next adventure. A job I am passionate about in an environment aligned with my morals. A long way off from when I was ‘working-to-live’ and where my story begins in 2006…..
…..BAM! A smack in the face from my CEO (verbally). I was left winded. Open mouthed.
I had been working for two years in the picturesque town of Harrow-down-the-Hill. A long, hour & a half commute, which entailed three hectic changes on the underground. I felt like a mole….never seeing daylight. I was in full London-life swing. Working hard and partying harder. The hostile demand of the alarm was the start of my day. I had one rule, Monday night was my one night at home.
It was a fast paced job, organising an annual exhibition. We were driven by targets. Every month we’d be close, but never close enough. We rarely received our bonus, that juicy carrot, dangling beyond reach. I spent every penny I earned and more, going deeper into debt each month, but I didn’t care. I was having fun and part of life, was being in debt.
Epiphany: CEO calls a meeting. “We’re moving head office to San Francisco.” Amazing!!! I thought. Not amazing. Head office actually translated into him and his family. We weren’t invited. Not enough money for our bonus, but enough to move to the States. I was tired, poor and disheartened. I quit the following day.
That was the last time I worked in the corporate sector as a worker bee. I’m not a bee. I just want to be.
“See I'm stuck in a city, but I belong in a field” - The Strokes
So what am I going on about? Life is a process. It goes through continuous phases and evolves.
I wonder, do other people feel the same as me? Do other members of my species share similar thoughts? A desire to connect to the universe? A yearning for meaning? What is it all about?
Is…this….it?
Being human?
Human being?
I am. You are. Juuuuuust BE.
I remember studying Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs (see diagram). We human beings are all the same (same, same but different). We have basic needs. Physiological and Security. We have psychological needs: Self-esteem and Belongingness. And finally, our Self-fulfilment needs. This is the experience of purpose, meaning and finding your inner potential.
I have been on a journey. I suppose it was a journey to reach the top of that pyramid – self-actualisation. I needed more creativity and purpose in my life: to find my vocation, a job I could be proud of. I wanted to live as ethically and sustainably as I could in our society. To connect my words with my actions.
I am about to embark on my next adventure. A job I am passionate about in an environment aligned with my morals. A long way off from when I was ‘working-to-live’ and where my story begins in 2006…..
…..BAM! A smack in the face from my CEO (verbally). I was left winded. Open mouthed.
I had been working for two years in the picturesque town of Harrow-down-the-Hill. A long, hour & a half commute, which entailed three hectic changes on the underground. I felt like a mole….never seeing daylight. I was in full London-life swing. Working hard and partying harder. The hostile demand of the alarm was the start of my day. I had one rule, Monday night was my one night at home.
It was a fast paced job, organising an annual exhibition. We were driven by targets. Every month we’d be close, but never close enough. We rarely received our bonus, that juicy carrot, dangling beyond reach. I spent every penny I earned and more, going deeper into debt each month, but I didn’t care. I was having fun and part of life, was being in debt.
Epiphany: CEO calls a meeting. “We’re moving head office to San Francisco.” Amazing!!! I thought. Not amazing. Head office actually translated into him and his family. We weren’t invited. Not enough money for our bonus, but enough to move to the States. I was tired, poor and disheartened. I quit the following day.
That was the last time I worked in the corporate sector as a worker bee. I’m not a bee. I just want to be.
“See I'm stuck in a city, but I belong in a field” - The Strokes
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