I am torn apart choosing things i prefer to do and things others prefer me to do.
I chose something / somewhere I like.
A part deep inside me is really elated and secretly excited that I finally fought against my mind and followed my heart for such matters.
But then another part of me kept thinking: : "is it because i'm not good enough for a bank? could i have gotten something better if i tried harder? did i choose wrongly?"
Those "huh? why you never go banks?" comments aren't helping. Every one of such comments weighs a rice sack on my heart.
I wonder, will i ever be contented in the future, settling for a lower-paying job that I enjoy doing?
What if i can't provide for my kids and family in the future?
okay i'm going abit too far-fetched. but i can't help worrying.
