Boss

Who likes their boss?

Really.

It is a very common thing to feel, almost... natural, even, to dislike your boss.

Dislike: because hate is a very strong word.

Bosses are the people who give you a lot of things to do, annoy you on your weekends, seemingly giving you too much to chew, congratulate you when you do something right for the company, and definitely ones who--supposedly--know better than you. And in that sense, you dislike them, but at the same moment, you feel certain type of respect for them. 

Couple of months ago I saw one of my teacher from high school, posted a status. I don't remember clearly what she wrote, but I got the message. The point of that status is that kids these days are very pessimistic and lazy. Not wanting to work, they use every possible excuses and means to get what they want. And she was talking more than cheating on tests in this case. For example, when a student doesn't like their school, they can simply ask their parents to move them to a better school--well, according to the student that is. Well, not the proper example of my teacher's but something of sorts.

This generation (am I included?) has become more and more MANJA.

It is an adjective in Indonesian, meaning spoiled, cry baby, et cetera. 

And this got me wondering.

Am I too, MANJA?

I complained a lot, and I mean A LOT, about my boss to my friends. And though I actually like my work environment and the work itself is actually kinda okay, I keep wondering should I quit JUST because I don't like my boss?

When I read what I wrote in the last sentence above, I thought "Well yes, what a crybaby."

But then again, I got my own story, I got my own excuses, and CARPE DIEM! 

Do I want to live everyday under the comments and order of some people who doesn't at least appreciate me decently? From the people that thought they are a learning material, and if I don't comply to them is like I'm not wanting to learn?

Is this life's so long that I feel that it is okay to live unhappy for now? The truth is, we don't know about the future. Heck, we can't even tell what we're having for later's dinner or for tomorrow's breakfast. So I guess there's no end, no conclusion to this matter.

So is this job worth living for? Is this the boss I don't mind working for if tomorrow's my last day? Is this the kind of boss I should look up to?

To Live

Hi! Gosh it has been quite some time since I last wrote! It has been more than a year. How time flew.. I haven't been writing anywhere actually. And frankly, right now I'm writing just for the sake of writing :p I don't know the hell am I going to write. LOL.

Anyway, I'm working now. I'm officially a designer now, and I have been working in this current company since last September.

I remember when I used to write about amazing things. I mean, I THINK they were amazing. But I don't know what other would think. Now, I feel myself drifting. I don't read that much anymore, I don't dream as much, I'm becoming more realistic. And though I am absolutely in love with the concept of being a writer, live on a remote island where nobody--but close friends and family--would find me. So around couple of months ago, I cried at my office. I talked to my HRD manager, who happens to be someone I found friendship with, and I cried while telling her I feel lost. I don't know where I am going and I think I want to write. Like Carrie Bradshaw. I want to hear my own voice inside my head, narrating my writing, which eventually will be read by thousands, millions, of New Yorker.

Then I found out I got my period.

Oh, that figures.

We might find ourselves questioning life sometimes. Questioning whether we're doing what we are meant for, wondering what is the point of this life. We constantly question what would we do, and what would be the consequences of it. We question so many. Even in general, we have 5W and 1H:

What

is the point of this life? 

Who

is that other half I'm told I'm suppose to have? 

When

will I die? 

Where

do I belong to? 

Why

am I even here? 

How

do I live?

Those may not be the questions in your head, but I bet they once have crossed your mind. A friend asked me the ultimate question a few days ago, "What is this life for?"

Well I told him I don't know. And frankly, nobody lives long enough to learn what is this life for. I suppose biologically speaking, you live to die. But what would you do in the between? Would you simply lay on your back and wait for Death to take you, or will you do other fun stuff whilst waiting? 

Then you ask, so what's the point of living when you know you're gonna die anyway?

And that my friend, is the question to this answer: TO LIVE.

Have we been living this whole time?