as one grows older, the amount and type of responsibilities begin to increase and vary.
some are heavier whilst some are just little things like remembering to bring home dinner.
but after watching an episode of House, it made me realise about being an adult and being aware of the load one bear, especially in the workplace or loved ones.
even the littlest of change in responsibility can change how another's life is lived...whether it is improved or declined, sometimes severely to a point that they need a 'special' appointment.
every job has that potential whether people know it or not.
it's scarier for me, because I'm planning to enter a field that influences the mindset of general society, the majority that make or break social, economical and political capabilities.
do I want to be a journalist? it's a stepping stone to be an editor which just so happens to be a dangerous position as well. as my J111 lecturer said, "we may not get paid a lot, but journalists hold a lot of power."
I'm not a very good writer. I'm much more happier checking to see if words are spelt correctly or sentences are in order(although my grammar isn't really all that flash). I am lazy and have a terrible habit of doing things half assed if I don't like it. I don't know if I'm able to carry out assignments that my editor tells me too, and I don't know if I can produce a top notch article that can lays the grounds to be a top notch editor.
the future is uncertain, 'tis true. I suppose I have to take it day by day and hope that nothing too uncontrolled comes barreling down my way. Otherwise, I'd have some serious clean up problems.
I have to make choices, and I can only hope that I'll make the right ones, despite the pain and agony it'll put people through.
with the condition of the world changing rapidly and half of it going to Heck right now, I'm hoping to survive.
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