For the most part, nothing exciting has happened since my last major post. Throughout the Summer, I did a bit of traveling around the country to decompress. I attended a few sporting events and did some sight-seeing with my roommate. I have been helping my father with his new business venture, by doing various technical odd jobs for him. I have also been trying to spend more time with my family before I become invested full-time into my career.
On the subject of careers, I have, most importantly, been keeping myself prepared for upcoming job opportunities. I have been reading various reading materials recommended to me, such as Clean Code by Robert C. Martin and Elements of Programming Interviews by Adnan Aziz. I have been advised by a few friends currently in the software industry. In addition, I have been accomplishing various coding challenges and working on personal projects to keep myself engaged. I pretty much code something every day. My goal is to hopefully land a software developer or engineering position.
Recently, I had to give my roommates a notice to move out within the next month or two. Whether I land a job here or in another city, I have decided that I will sell my home. I have lived here with a variety of good friends over the last decade. I will definitely miss this place and its many great memories, but it’s best that I move on. I plan to live on my own once again, so that’s something I look forward to.
In an episode of Masters of None on Netflix (a great series, by the way), there was serious moment featuring Dev Shah (Aziz Ansari) reading a passage recommended by his father. The passage was from the book, The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath and did a good job illustrating his problem of indecisiveness.
I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, …and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantine and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, …and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn’t quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.
― Sylvia Plath,
I’m going through a similar situation. I have been eyeing the figs for too long; been afraid in choosing the “wrong” one and stubborn to give up the rest. At this point, there is no wrong one and I should understand now that I cannot do everything. Whatever I choose, however, I know damn well I will make the most of.