365 days left

It all started a few months ago. My friends and I were graduating from our “école d’ingénieur” and it was time for us to make a decision about what we were going to do, you know, for a living. Most of my friends went off to become consultants, bankers, or engineers of some kind. And all though we basically pursue the same objectives in life (i.e. spending money, having sex on a regular basis, staying single), for some reason, I decided not to do the same. I just couldn’t accept the idea of embracing my all too predictable destiny without giving myself a chance of doing things differently. That’s how I turned down two job offers in top-notch investment banks.

Now hold on. Don’t hear me wrong. I don’t intend to make the world a better place, or even to become a better person. So, if you were waiting for me to say I’m going off to Kirgizstan for 365 days of “carpe diem slash help the poor and those in need”, you might be a little disappointed. I guess I’m more of the cynical type, I don’t believe in much and I don’t expect good things to happen randomly. Now that doesn’t mean I’m pessimistic. I actually see myself as a rather positive thinking guy. I just don’t think good things happen on their own.

That’s why I’m going to give it a shot. A 365 days shot. One year of hard work and effort to become something more than a heartless consultant or banker. If my endeavour succeeds, well, I’ll just go on doing whatever it is that I’m doing and that I’m not telling you yet. If it doesn’t, I’ll call it quits, and I’ll sell out to a complacent life of a not-so-interesting-yet-well-paid-job. In one word, I’ll be giving in to a not-that-exciting-yet-liveable-life.

That’s it for now. I’ve said enough for one day and I really have to get back to work. I have a little less than 365 days left now, and no time to loose.