Is there more to life?

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Is there more to this life I’m in?

Lately, I have been contemplating my life and the things I've achieved in the past 6 months. For context, I’ve been in the BPO industry for almost 5 years and this realization got me thinking about my career. Not to sound ungrateful or negative, but I’m a bit tired of my routine. I've narrowed down the possible cause of the issue and socmed and peer pressure are one of the major contributors to this thought right now.

I asked myself, diri nalang ba jud ko taman?  And that was in 2020. By 2022, I decided to enroll and continue my studies and decided on Psychology as my undergrad course. It was going well and I got promoted last year too. However, human as we are, I just can’t stop myself from comparing my life to others. It’s hard when everybody around you keeps pressuring you to move forward and jump to the next job available. 

I tried a lot of times to get out but I got way too comfortable with me talking over the phone and giving out instructions to frustrated customers from the other side of the world. Working at home made it worse. Juggling school and fast-paced work left me burned out and exhausted. 

Is there more to this life? I hope before this year ends, things will get better for me.  

With love,

E.

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