I don’t have a job.
I have professional obligations that I have agreed upon myself.
They fulfill my sense of duty and make me grow at a constant pace. We (me and my supposed job) are inherently interconnected and integral parts of a path in life.
This is somehow a privilege that I have worked reverently hard for.
I adjust my behaviour accordingly to my context. But I am always true to myself and to what I represent and to I am trying to achieve – either individually or collectively.
I don’t find myself aging in that specific context.
I have maintained an extremely accurate sense of curiosity, discovery and collective engagement in each role I am continuously becoming aware of myself.
The notion of care and endeavour makes me a jovial asset in every sense of the purpose of work. My work and labour are clear and constructive, operating topics and people in a critical position to what needs to be done, from the way it is done.
I want to maintain my learning ability as it remains the medicine for a young and forever curious job on life.