The thoughts of the 20-something

I never once thought that I'd end up working in a museum even if all throughout my 4 years in college, it is exactly where I'm supposed to be. I'm not and will never be an artist but I've held art so dearly even when I was very young and sheepish. I remember the day when my brothers once asked what I wanted to be when I was still in my freshman year in High School; I was surprisingly unashamed to tell them that I wanted to be a writer. Inclined to agree with their eldest sister, they were enthusiastically supportive and told me they would read every possible book that would be published. It's that rare moment that I felt accepted knowing that I have exploited a dark, unimaginable and impossible dream to my little, innocent brothers who know nothing yet about the harsh world of reality.

What I love about working for a museum is I never felt a single dull day in the past 50+ days. Yes there are days when visitors are very few. But there are more days when I get to see diverse types of guests who are keenly interested to spend their time at the most rarely visited place in the country. That's why it is very crucial for us to show appreciation to these people because they are one of handful people who take some time off to go to a museum instead of going to the cinemas and watch chick-flicks and leave the movie house with nothing. Don't get me wrong, watching a movie is one of my favorite R&Rs, but of course it's nothing compared to going to a place where you go out feeling so differently about yourself and a dramatic shift in perspective happens--well if you pay attention :D

I love where I am right now, it's one of the reasons I find myself so eager to rise out of bed and look forward to another day. What I love most about this job is the unpredictability of each day and that I get to learn something new about the things that interest me most (for Pete's sake I'm in a museum, literally, learning about art and the mundane should never stop).

Still in my quarter-life crisis, having a job somehow saved me from completely ruining my credibility to the world and to myself. Believe me, it'll never be easy. Difficulties wont end even when you discover your place of comfort. But it is in that place where you'll never stop trying and where you'll continually outgrow your previous self. Hopefully, we can all live up to the expectations that we would've humbly set upon ourselves.