I've been pondering again, damn it all. I've been wondering about my choice of career and whether or not it's the "right" one. I find it satisfying and I like what I do. That usually means it's a good choice. My problem is that it's not really helping anyone, per se. It's not like I'm a nurse or a doctor or a counselor. I don't help anyone or save anyone or provide anything that makes a difference.
The reasons behind this thinking are my own questioning of my life and "what's the point?" I wonder what the point is in my life. I can't stop thinking about how I'm going to die one day and I've come to this crossroads where I'm looking at what I'm doing with my life. I'd like to be doing something that affects people, that helps people.
I had thought that maybe I should be considering a career change on the side and start studying for something that's more fulfilling. But I like what I do, so how does that help me any? So I've come to the conclusion that I should find something to do on the weekends and volunteer my Saturdays to something useful and helpful. I'm pondering a hospice as it would force me to face death by dealing with other people's death. Somehow I'm not sure that's the right thing but I remember a counselor from years back suggesting this to me. Perhaps it would be a good idea. I know that in my last days on Earth, I think I'd want someone to visit me, even if I didn't know them... just so I wouldn't be alone.
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