The Gardener

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Our current occupation is what we are occupying in the moment. It is not a permenant position that we get to keep for ever and ever, yet we treat it as if it was just that. Imagine, you realise that the job you've had for the past 3 years is no longer of interest to you. You've met great people, developed deep friendships, and made meaningful contributions to the organisation, but inside your belly, your gut feeling tells you that it's time to move on. But here's the funny thing, this isn't the first time you've felt this way, in fact, you go through this emotion every few months and you can easily name friends who feel the same way about their jobs. Funny, isn't it?

If it's not funny to you, it may be because the pain inside you is no laughing matter or because when you see your friends go through this, it's painful to see. Have you ever stopped and watched your thoughts? Why aren't you fulfilled by this job anymore? Why do you come back to this feeling over and over again? And most importantly, why haven't you done anything about it?

The last question is the key to it all. It's the key to the door of change and as you may or may not want to acknowledge, change is not something we seek out or neccessarily want. The irony is that we write down in our journals and tell our close ones, "I wan't change in my job, relationship status, my social group, my smoking or eating habit", but when it comes to actually doing it, changing, we lack the willpower to do anything about it. You're fully capable of it. You may just not be willing to do anything about it. Ponder that.

I know that that last line might sting a little, to not be willing... Let that sink in and think about it. Do you want to be happy? Yes? Great, as a friend of mine has said before, Welcome to your life. What are you going to do about it?


Total Running Time

1) Keep On, by Alfa Mist
2) Como Me Quieres, by Khruangbin
3) Dawn's Insight, by 2nd Exit
4) His Pain, by BJ The Chicago Kid
5) Cocha Runa, by Nicola Cruz


Leonel Franco