There is no need to second-guessing my actions. My job is to execute, not to judge. Therefore I just do. What is there to it? Other tha[t] (than) my job as a scriber, there is nothing to it.
I like writing, so in that sense, this is my dream job. It's not that I have to transcribe verbatim everything that I see and hear. The synthesizing is ongoing. All I need to do is synchronize and synergize.
What will be the worst possible outcome? Nobody reads what *[] (I) write. That is fine with me. My job is to write, not to make people read.
* Yeah, I figured that out.
So as the inspiration comes, I write it down. Most of the time, the thoughts are already something that I had thought of. It's not like I have to deal with radical ideas all the time.
After all, I am a Free Radical. Nothing surprises me.
If I take i[s] (it) as my predestination to be the Ultimate Scriber, then I should WILLINGLY do my job the level best.
If I take it that this is what it takes for me to pay my rent to occupy this little space I am in right now, then so be it.
I cannot be a free rider and expect to hitch a ride without paying my dues, can I?
This is the card I was handed with. So I just deal with it
Maybe this is what it takes to be a Servomechanism. Simply obey and obey.
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I do miss my life as Sharudin Jamal the Simple Man. I don't think I will ever get back that life again.
Well, fine... If this is my destiny, make it so.
As long as I can still remain Small and Simple, I am willing to accept this as my fate.
What a life... Nothing is any stranger than a Stranger in a Strange Land. That is me. The right guy at the wrong time. Personally, I rather am being the wrong guy at the right time. But then, man proposes, God disposes.
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