The sun is out. Never ending waves wipe away the beads of sweat. No respite in site, I close my eyes to ride out the waves. Except the waves won’t stop, and the pent-up frustration won’t subside. I must stop playing this silly game of pretending that everything is fine, because I cannot live in this sea of mediocrity.
I grow despondent.
Except there is a time and place for everything. I must endure this phase. All things will pass, and so, I must learn to enjoy the now.
I grow hopeful.
One candidate did well on the case study and the panel interview. A compulsory background check revealed that he never finished his degree. He says he couldn’t afford the tuition and sent us a proof of registration. He does not meet the minimum requirement. He is automatically disqualified.
Is it like sending one’s birth certificate to claim eminence of chosen field?
I wonder if that’s what we do in life. Claim to be something. Promise the world. Talk the talk but haven’t walked the walk long enough to accomplish something worthwhile. Perhaps we always take the first step but fizzle out before crossing the finish line. Having spent all that time with nothing to show for one’s time and effort. How depressing. How interesting (not really).
As great as it is to start, finishing is how we’re measured at the end of the day.