A Mouse In the Rat Race

I've been jobhunting for months, but still jobless. I had such a great, optimistic view of my life, until all this jobhunting made me feel like a major loser.

In the rat race out there...specially with all your call center friends and family members, who earn thousands even within the vast complaints of your mind turning to lugaw... I am nothing but a mouse.

Scrambling away at leftovers.

I was a dreamer before all this happened. Before Life happened.

And I realized what a fool I was to not look at the bigger picture. A hundred other
employees- to-be scrambling for a single job. A dozen other young persons who have parents to take care of that little problem...young, idealistic, bold. But a lot more of those young people who have family expectations to meet, siblings to send to school, young families to uphold.

Should we really be running in the rat race like everyone else?

That is the answer to this problem.

It's all a matter of choice. Where you want to put yourself, is where and what you are. You lose if you think you're a loser.

And inevitably...I think I'm not like that. I'm young, I'm bright, I'm damn talented...and bless me...I'm beautiful...!!!

For now I'll take being the mouse... mice have their own ways anyhow...little ones scampering about until you don't realize it hits you one day...they've set-up house at your own space and taken control of everything, especially you.

Nyaaaahhh! (sensha medjo morbid mood ngyn...hehehe)