Random Thoughts

As I sit in the first row and listen to another of dry subjects I can’t help but question whether I’ve achieved things that I set out to achieve. There were days when I would endlessly dream of how MBA would sort out all my career problems and set me on a high growth trajectory. I have no such illusions now.

Where am I headed? Will I find a job of my choice? What are my choices?

The idea has grown up, that job should not be just a means to an end a way to make money, support a family, or gain social prestige but should provide a rich and fulfilling experience in and of itself.

In recent years, I seem to have grown up to a culture of discontent something that seems to flare up, every now and then. It arises not from frustration caused by lack of opportunity, as may have been true in the past, but from an excess of possibilities. I carry a sense of disappointment: that for all the opportunities, freedoms and achievements, life has not delivered quite what I had hoped.

The notion that I can do anything is clearly liberating. But life without constraints proves to be a recipe for endless searching, endless questioning of aspirations. It has made me obsessed with self and self-development.

Why don’t I realize that living is as much about closing possibilities as it is about creating them?

-- Raghuram S