greener grass...

so for the last six to eight months or so, i have been doing a little job-hopping, like the nomadic and restless being i seem to be. call it short attention span, call it opportunistic, inability to commit, whatever. psychoanalyse me all you want, as long as you post your opinions, ideas, critiques, anything, on this blog. 

i think some believe it is my inability to accept the fact that our jobs will always suck, and that all bosses are horrible, that we will never be 100% happy in one place. there's always something to complain about, nothing's perfect, the grass is always greener, blah blah blah. 

but still a small (perhaps stubborn) part of me disagrees. why should we settle for second best? why should we not try to live up to our full potential, both in terms of personal satisfaction as well as skill?
if you're not happy with where you are at this current stage of your life, whether it be in regards to work, education, relationship, health, fitness, friendships, appearance, locale... I say CHANGE IT! 

why should we condemn ourselves to a life of settling, of rolling over and playing dead? what's so wrong with the active pursuit of happyness, even if that means constantly sending your situation topsy-turvy, rocking the boat, fighting back, causing a stir? 
where's the excitement in life, the motivation to work harder, move faster, eat less, exercise more, earn more money, find better friends, laugh more, simply bettering oneself, if you turn into a settler?

i do agree that there comes a point in time at which we need to be content with what we have, and take time to appreciate the life we have built for ourselves. but first, we have to do a hell of a lot of renovation to get there. i don't want to be someone who in 50 years looks back at my life and find myself filled with 'what if's'

what if i'd taken that chance, introduced myself to that person, stepped outside of my comfort zone, challenged myself more, applied for that position, trained for that marathon, etc...

no, i want to be a fighter, a striver, a pursuer.

i don't want to be complacent, a follower, a sheep. i want to know in 50 years that whatever kind of life i hopefully achieve, was achieved through risks, challenges, hard work, not always following the pack. there's a reason that the protagonists in books and movies have lives full of struggles and drama. they take the hard road and end up with a happy ending. most likely because nothing truly satisfactory ever came out of coasting, cruising, bludging. the bare minimum is never enough.

as for my habitual job-hopping, i like to see it as doing what i believe is best for me, challenging myself, hopefully leading to a better situation personally. being an opportunist is not a bad thing, and it's only too easy to settle in your crappy job that makes you miserable, when there could be something better waiting for you to actively seek it out. it won't come to you. you have to go to it. and if you're wrong, so what? you'll pick yourself up and try again.

nomads have adventures. i want my life to be a string of those.