On failures and still making it big

Over California maki and angel hair pasta, friend kept on telling me how badly he wanted to be on top of every game. He wanted to achieve what other people are achieving—living their dream jobs and earning money they can freely spend on whatever they want. He said he’s happier doing extra-curricular jobs like blogging and organizing social movement events instead of his usual nine-to-five job. But given the instability of his “side jobs”, he cannot quit for now. He said studying was much better than working. We get up, go to school, get good grades, eat, chat and then go home. The next year, we’re going the higher levels of learning but all the more the same. He said we know where we’re going—not really predictable but relatively easy compared to working our asses off for a company or a bigger name. The “real world’s” just so big and a total black hole—we never what’s next or we’ll have an inkling but we’re not really sure so we end up not knowing at all. He lit up his third stick and waited for my reply.

I thought I cannot tell him that much. I don’t usually talk because I’d rather listen and have you rant things up and discover the lessons and gems along the litanies and grand ole speeches you make. But alas, I have to.

I told him plainly that things don’t usually work the way we want. Paulo Coelho may have said that the universe conspires to make things happen (or whatever close to that) but more often than not, before the conspiracy, there’s the whole poking and mockery that happens. Universe= bajillion points, You= nil. So yeah, don’t think that it’s only your problem—that you don’t get what you want right now. Awesome work assignment, five or six digit salaries or even your dream job. Others have it worse, I told him.

He lit up another stick and asked me in between huffs and puffs to help him decide what to pursue. He added that his boss was just too much to handle plus friends inside the office are leaving one by one.

I told him the boss might be one helluva pain in the ass but she’s still the boss, so you can’t really cross her. The only thing that you can do is to keep away from her ire as much as possible, do the best work that you can so she’ll stop yelling and cursing you and well, let her do the talking. She’ll get tired one of these days. Hehe. Kidding aside, choosing to let the boss be the boss is much better than telling them that they’re wrong and that they should stop being a bull. We should learn to choose our fights, and these are the ones we should sit down and allow the bullets to go past us. Plus the bosses hold our recommendations and the wider network connections, so burning bridges will not get us a good way out.

And then of course, friendships with former colleagues can still be pursued even outside office premises. We just have to make time.

He said he’s tired of being told, “you’re still young,” or “you’re too young, come back after you’ve gained enough experience.” It doesn’t just make a good excuse, according to him.

I’ve struggled with that for some time before. It’s either I’m young; they expect so much energy from me.  Or that I’m too young to be included in some grown- up discussions on grown- up topics that straddle the lines of politics, economics, social services or environment. I could have told them that my collegiate debate experience gave me a relatively firm grasp on things and topics usually discussed by grown-ups. But ignorance dawns and there’s more to our idealism and enthusiasm that meets the eye. Over the course of my short work experience, I told him I learned to be patient because as said previously we don’t hold things within our small hands. We can only do so much, so we do our best on whatever task that’s laid before us. It may be menial for now but the principle is proven: if we can be trusted to deliver on small things, we deserve to be trusted on much bigger responsibilities.

I told him we have to earn these things we’re asking for—trust, respect or even the bigger salaries we dream of. The real world doesn’t only work on merit, experience and maturity also counts. There may be a blessed few who made it to the top on a relatively short time, but of course, it still wasn’t and would not be easy. They have to prove they deserve that. The main thing is to be patient and contented for what we have right now. The rewards begin to unfold once we’ve learned to take things on its due course.

I gathered he finished six sticks that night. My lungs would have given up except that it might have gotten used to the soot by now. The occasional speaking made it quite bearable to breathe cleaner air.

***

I subsisted on tweets that night for updates on the Gilas-Korea semi-finals game. The surge of virtual nationalism was just overwhelming especially when the final seconds of the game sealed our ticket to the finals berth.

Tonight, our team showed true Filipino spirit when they never gave up against the bigger Iranians. The loss might be a bit heartbreaking, but the pour of support just made it a better fight. I just hope that the headlines tomorrow will not highlight the defeat we had but more so, on the records we’ve broken and the achievements we’ve gained on tonight’s game. Sabe nga ni Nikko Ramos on his recent Slam Online article, “The odds may not be in our favor, but sometimes a 5’9″ solution to a 7-foot problem is even sweeter.”



So, congrats Gilas! We’ll make it bigger in Spain! #LabanPilipinas


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felix felicis: On failures and still making it big

Sunday, August 11, 2013

On failures and still making it big

Over California maki and angel hair pasta, friend kept on telling me how badly he wanted to be on top of every game. He wanted to achieve what other people are achieving—living their dream jobs and earning money they can freely spend on whatever they want. He said he’s happier doing extra-curricular jobs like blogging and organizing social movement events instead of his usual nine-to-five job. But given the instability of his “side jobs”, he cannot quit for now. He said studying was much better than working. We get up, go to school, get good grades, eat, chat and then go home. The next year, we’re going the higher levels of learning but all the more the same. He said we know where we’re going—not really predictable but relatively easy compared to working our asses off for a company or a bigger name. The “real world’s” just so big and a total black hole—we never what’s next or we’ll have an inkling but we’re not really sure so we end up not knowing at all. He lit up his third stick and waited for my reply.

I thought I cannot tell him that much. I don’t usually talk because I’d rather listen and have you rant things up and discover the lessons and gems along the litanies and grand ole speeches you make. But alas, I have to.

I told him plainly that things don’t usually work the way we want. Paulo Coelho may have said that the universe conspires to make things happen (or whatever close to that) but more often than not, before the conspiracy, there’s the whole poking and mockery that happens. Universe= bajillion points, You= nil. So yeah, don’t think that it’s only your problem—that you don’t get what you want right now. Awesome work assignment, five or six digit salaries or even your dream job. Others have it worse, I told him.

He lit up another stick and asked me in between huffs and puffs to help him decide what to pursue. He added that his boss was just too much to handle plus friends inside the office are leaving one by one.

I told him the boss might be one helluva pain in the ass but she’s still the boss, so you can’t really cross her. The only thing that you can do is to keep away from her ire as much as possible, do the best work that you can so she’ll stop yelling and cursing you and well, let her do the talking. She’ll get tired one of these days. Hehe. Kidding aside, choosing to let the boss be the boss is much better than telling them that they’re wrong and that they should stop being a bull. We should learn to choose our fights, and these are the ones we should sit down and allow the bullets to go past us. Plus the bosses hold our recommendations and the wider network connections, so burning bridges will not get us a good way out.

And then of course, friendships with former colleagues can still be pursued even outside office premises. We just have to make time.

He said he’s tired of being told, “you’re still young,” or “you’re too young, come back after you’ve gained enough experience.” It doesn’t just make a good excuse, according to him.

I’ve struggled with that for some time before. It’s either I’m young; they expect so much energy from me.  Or that I’m too young to be included in some grown- up discussions on grown- up topics that straddle the lines of politics, economics, social services or environment. I could have told them that my collegiate debate experience gave me a relatively firm grasp on things and topics usually discussed by grown-ups. But ignorance dawns and there’s more to our idealism and enthusiasm that meets the eye. Over the course of my short work experience, I told him I learned to be patient because as said previously we don’t hold things within our small hands. We can only do so much, so we do our best on whatever task that’s laid before us. It may be menial for now but the principle is proven: if we can be trusted to deliver on small things, we deserve to be trusted on much bigger responsibilities.

I told him we have to earn these things we’re asking for—trust, respect or even the bigger salaries we dream of. The real world doesn’t only work on merit, experience and maturity also counts. There may be a blessed few who made it to the top on a relatively short time, but of course, it still wasn’t and would not be easy. They have to prove they deserve that. The main thing is to be patient and contented for what we have right now. The rewards begin to unfold once we’ve learned to take things on its due course.

I gathered he finished six sticks that night. My lungs would have given up except that it might have gotten used to the soot by now. The occasional speaking made it quite bearable to breathe cleaner air.

***

I subsisted on tweets that night for updates on the Gilas-Korea semi-finals game. The surge of virtual nationalism was just overwhelming especially when the final seconds of the game sealed our ticket to the finals berth.

Tonight, our team showed true Filipino spirit when they never gave up against the bigger Iranians. The loss might be a bit heartbreaking, but the pour of support just made it a better fight. I just hope that the headlines tomorrow will not highlight the defeat we had but more so, on the records we’ve broken and the achievements we’ve gained on tonight’s game. Sabe nga ni Nikko Ramos on his recent Slam Online article, “The odds may not be in our favor, but sometimes a 5’9″ solution to a 7-foot problem is even sweeter.”



So, congrats Gilas! We’ll make it bigger in Spain! #LabanPilipinas


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2 Comments:

At August 12, 2013 at 8:45 AM , Blogger finyapol said...

Yun oh! Love this post! :)

 
At August 13, 2013 at 9:51 AM , Blogger kyemeruth said...

Hahahaha! I learn from the best. Lol :P

 

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