Not too long ago, I lost my job. I worked as a car salesman. The money was good and I got along fine with everyone in work, but I would be inwardly cringing about everything that came with it. The constant pressure of making sales, making things up, lying, tactically moulding every conversation towards goals- this little voice in my head would go off every time. It’s not you, it’s definitely not you- it would say. It started eating me up from inside. I just wasn’t happy.
Losing the job gave me a big jolt and thrust me into a world of depression for sure, but it also opened up new paths for me. I don’t know which path is right and which one is wrong. What I know is I shouldn’t stop until I find what I am looking for, something that makes me happy. And, for the life of me, I have no idea what it is. But one day I will find it. That, I know for certain. Something else I know is this: I am never gonna go back to my previous job.
I heard this story in Montañita, Ecuador.