First of May

“When I was small
and Christmas trees were tall,
I used to laugh
and I used to play.
Don’t ask of why
why time has passed up by,
someone else could be far far away.”

First of May, 2013.

It’s time again for the unemployed to search for a decent job. Lots of vacancies here and there. Excitement and anticipation in the air.

But am I ready?

At the surface, I am excited to finally land to a job that fits my field of interest. I’m so excited to work for a company in need for someone who understands the bits and pieces of technology. Someone who knows the trends that can improve the company in the IT setting.

But deep inside, it feels to me that I am not ready yet.

If anything, it could be that I am still fresh from those achievements I got during graduation. Maybe I lost my energy from doing my Special Problem. Maybe I am still pressured by my family’s expectations of me.

But nevertheless, the anticipation is still there. Yet there is something I should outgrow.

It’s something I don’t really know, but it is there inside me.

“Now we are tall,
and Christmas trees are small,
now you don’t ask the time of day.
But you and I,
our love would never die.
‘Cause kids don’t cry
come First of May.”