People say karma is a bitch. There was a time when I wondered what I had done wrong to deserve all those misfortunes and ill treatments. Life threw disappointment after disappointment at me. Though discouraged, though many tears were shed, I reminded myself my day would come. In the meantime, I should just stop beating myself up for what couldn’t be changed, so I persevered and focused on what made me happy, namely writing and teaching.
Until a month ago, I was this struggling but very content freelancer who have completely given up on looking for a so-called real job. The only confusing part was not know how to explain to people what I actually do. I’ve completely accepted that fact that corporate world wasn’t for me and I’d spend the rest of my life living in poverty. I was completely okay with being poor actually because for some very strange reason, I got invited to nice dinners and lunches all the time. My quality of life was actually very high for the little money that I made. The only time I wished I had made more was when I felt like there would be no way for me to fund my PhD.
All of a sudden, I got several unrelated calls that opened up doors for me. Now I’m given this chance to relocate from Hong Kong. Should I be happy? Did God finally realize he has made a huge mistake screwing over a good person like me? Or is it too good to be true?