Jobless

I lost my job. It’s been two months now..

I was so ashamed of  what happened that I didn’t

tell anybody about it.

I actually resigned, it was a forced resignation.

I feel like a failure..

I can’t admit to myself that I messed up..

Of all people!..

My pride won’t let me admit or confess it to anyone..

I find that the longer you stay home under this

circumstances the more you lose confidence..

Indeed it’s best to keep on failing and trying to

look for a job rather than stay home and wallow in

your misery.

But I wished it was as easy as writing it like this..

I’m beginning to question god.

But I know I’m just being ridiculous because

I was the one who chose this path.

I’m just so frustrated of not finding a good paying

job with my calling..

It’s easier to find the job you don’t want..

I’m supposed to leave home today and apply for a job.

But my heart is really not into it.

It’s saying `not that again’…

I stopped by a mall where I am now checking my emails

hoping that I would have an opportunity at least to get

to where I want to go..