The days of comfort then dissatisfaction and wanting more in life
If the twenties are supposed to be our prime, then let’s set it off in glazing glory
Back in 2016, I remember telling Chloe, a fellow teacher-to-be who crashed at 240E 23 Street that I was pretty bored with my current state of life. With my head on the headrest and just sinking into my chair, I found that there was not much of a challenge in life. I have spent two years in New York. Apart from “travelling”, I have been mainly doing the same old thing — debate, dancing (bboying) and some studying.
I tried to appeal to spend a year teaching English in Colombia before returning home. That unsurprisingly was not approved.
So I asked myself:
What I if I never had a secure job and needed to figure my way out, just like all my peers? How would I fare under that pressure? Would that make me a better person or teacher when I finally returned? What kind of person will I grow to become?
That thought experiment triggered a fairly horrifying realization that even though I fared decently in my coursework (at that point I barely…
