Sometimes, it is really not easy. Even after all these years.
These past few days, while out on a feed-the-stomach assignment, I was reminded once again of the massive opportunity cost of living my dreams. You see, I got to know about a former course mate’s pay package while I was out on the assignment. And man, was it huge! Its a stark reminder to me that had I not took the other path, this would be potentially what I could be making. Things like this used to depress me quite a bit when I was starting out such that I would purposely avoid finding out what my peers were earning.
You know, its really almost impossible not to know. So I have learnt to accept this opportunity cost as my price for dreaming, and continued pursuing my passion. As the years go by, with me not getting closer to achieving anything remotely significant, the cost of dreaming just scales higher and higher and higher…
As I stared at his pay package, I felt, for the first time in years, the full brunt of the high cost of dreaming. A very good friend who came to know about it posed the question of me turning back. But you know what they say about good horses not eating turned back grass (好马ä¸åƒå›žå¤´è‰)…well, its true.
Coz I’m a dman fine stud lor. 😀
