Quitting my job

Daily writing prompt
What’s the biggest risk you’d like to take — but haven’t been able to?

The biggest risk I’d like to take but haven’t been able to is probably quitting my job. Quitting a job is a complex matter. The concern is not just economical, but also mental. Both my parents are the first generation in their family to probably raise the social class and live on a salary, not just uncertain income. They always insist on living a “certain” life. To them, “certain” means not having to worry about where your money would come from and whether you’d be laid off, which translates to government jobs.

I’d like to bet on myself. Switching careers to truly being a professional. Maybe a consultant. Or work for a private company as an expert hire. Albeit young, I have the qualification. However, experience wise, people might see me lacking (even though I’ve worked many difficult cases).

I’m afraid of betting on myself, so I don’t think I’ve ever really tried. It seems like the safest option is to just stay, grinding in an environment I despise, and just build my capital.

Maybe that isn’t bad?

rusty spirituality

[this writing is made using the daily writing prompt as an attempt to get back into writing]

The concept of spirituality and its importance is always going to be contested. What I can say is that spirituality is a practice. It takes effort in brewing and maintaining spirituality. Spirituality is not an innate property that everyone is born with. Sure, you may be born into a certain belief. However, if you do not practice and seek it yourself, that belief would just become hollow spirituality.

I personally was born into a Muslim family. I would say my family was a moderate Muslim. My mom did not even wear hijab until she’s well into her 40s (or maybe even her 50s?). I grew up learning the values of Islam not from my parents, but rather from school and Quran extracurricular. As I wasn’t taught what it meant to be spiritual (or be a believer), my focus was really just to ace the academic challenge presented with learning my religion through the school subject ant the extracurricular. I wish it was different, but anyway.. Yeah, that’s me.

When I was in high school, I wanted something so so bad that I started to hope and pray diligently. There’s not a single free time that I didn’t use to wish for what I wanted to come true. My head and heart was filled with nervousness, expectation, but at the same time.. submission. Looking back, I think I learned what spirituality meant through that experience. Then, life happened..

Nowadays, I found myself lost. I have not truly want anything to that degree of extreme anymore. So I stopped really asking. However, I’m not satisfied with the current state as well. Still, I just go on through the motion. A little bit of complaint, a little bit of gratitude, but never enough to push myself to “seek” further. Now I lie awake thinking, should I?