The Unemployed

It took me a few hours after I got the news that I was being temporarily laid off for the thought to sink in. I was walking away from the building when I suddenly stopped and thought that I was practically jobless. My knees felt a little wobbly after that. I almost thought that I would slowly melt on the sidewalk if I kept still. So I walked home with hundreds of questions in my head.


Today I realized that I was officially an adult ( which is funny I know). When did I start to become so old? Things like these don't bother me this much. I guess it's because I was getting a lot of nothing that I began to seek for a little something. People always want what they don't have right?

So money is still the issue here. I didn't come from a rich family, but I also didn't come from a poor one as well. But why am I struggling so much? I don't want to blame anybody, 'coz in the end I know I just have to accept the way things are. Pointing fingers won't get me anywhere. What's been done has been done.

It would be nice to have some miracle after this dilemma. I mean, I wasn't even able to save up anything because everything just seems to go wrong every time money comes in, so I'll always end up spending. I did not choose this kind of life, and sometimes I'm left to think that we're really not capable of choosing for ourselves at all.

The life of an unemployed is hard to adjust to after having to experience the convenience of having a job. I'm not sure how long I could stay sane without a source of livelihood. But one thing's for sure, I cannot just sit here and wait for something to happen. You always have to take action before you get a reaction, right?