That's how you grow.

I don't usually write stuff I call "on the point". What I do is I find the most possible site for digging, and then I hand down the shovel to every person interested. From there, I let them dig on their own. Regardless of the extent, it doesn't really matter.

My job there is done. 

But this time I am taking this slow. I am giving you the facts. I'm digging the hole myself. I don't do this often, so I apologize for the snail speed execution.

I just entered a one way. And the only way to go back is to keep on going, hoping that somewhere down the road I find a detour. 

(OKAY, THAT'S STILL NOT ON POINT)

I fucking got this job that I may or may not enjoy (for eternity). But I cannot possibly alot the time to decide whether or not I like it because I'm afraid that if I do, I might choose the latter. And I cannot just leave. Not because I hate the job (because I don't), but because the people there are so amazing. I remember one guy on the job telling me a piece of advice on my first day there. He told me, "You don't stay for the job, you stay for the people." I didn't realize the gravity of his statement until I spent days and hours with these people I call officemates. It is pretty adamant that working with numbers isn't an easy job. It requires a whole lot of analytic skill, and extreme memory capacity. However, that same responsibilty came with pride amongst normal civilians. The privilege of a suit and tie against the jeans and t-shirt crowd puts a certain boost of confidence. But at the end of the day, none of that matters. I can certainly leave all of that if I choose to. After all, I have an alternative self, awaiting the day I break it out of its shell. It's the dark side waiting to happen. But the sound of laughter on lunch hours, and the exchange of jokes in between tasks, stops me from entertaining the thought of a different life. Spending time with these people made me better. It expanded my horizon into something far more greater and bigger than the bookish girl I used to be. I realized I've secluded myself from choices. I've settled for the familiar. What I failed to understand is that there are different kinds of people working on different levels, and whoever you mingle with becomes a part of you. Every step, as we old, we step into a higher level. A new level of society. A new level of people. That's how you grow. 

They say that birds of the same feather flocks together, I say hang around with these birds and they'll mistake you as one. Know people you want to be someday. That's how you grow.

Know them. Study them. Mimic them, until you resemble them enough to inspire others of the same procedure. That's how you grow.

I am that foreign object injected on an unfamiliar body. I was shoved into this world without a choice, without even being briefed why. But my father carried me along to it, and then leaving me alone to it. At first, many tried to fight me as a natural response. In exchange I sought my way out, although I couldn't. But I made some friends and we shared lunch and secrets. Together, it's guarantee of certain closeness that becomes unbreakable over time. What they don't expect is that once I realize my purpose, I will conquer this world and save the living creature I reside at. 

I will realize I was injected as an anti-flu to the body that is the corporate world. 

Realize that purpose. And that's how you grow.

(OKAY, THAT'S CERTAINLY NOT ON POINT)