Today, while interviewing for a job, I was asked this question: “What do you think about work life balance? “
I responded with an answer that I had prepared before hand, that would appease the interviewers when such questions were thrown at me. With a choreographed smile, I replied: “At this stage of my career I’m looking to learn and adopt as much responsibility as possible so that I can advance in my career.”
I wasn’t lying when I muttered those words, but after the interview I was contemplating my attitude towards work. I realised that I had come to accept working overtime and “grinding” for success as a reality, rather than an option.
And then I asked myself what was my dream? And I realised that I no longer had one. There are things in life that I want to achieve but I not longer had a romantic dream of any sorts. I think my answer to my own question took me by surprise, and it saddened me a little.
I felt a little wistful because it felt like a part of myself that I once held dear had disappeared. It was not a conscious decision, but rather a gradual wearing away at my willpower, as well as the momentum that simply carried me forward with my choices in life, that eventually killed the artist and the explorer within.
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