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“A really impulsive decision it was,” said Mrs. Nitya sipping her bedtime tea. She was listening intently to Diya as she was narrating her story.
“You really think that I acted impulsively?” said Diya feeling very low.
“My dear,” said Mrs. Nitya leaning back on her chair,”I understand that you didnt like your job. But the solution to one problem is never the creation of another problem. You were already in trouble as you were not happy at your job. I really feel a lot of compassion for you. But dear, how did leaving your job abruptly solve any problems for you? By doing so, you added to your own set of problems and now you are suffering from a financial crisis.”
“That job was suffocating me,” cried Diya,”then what could I have done?”
“I dont know,” replied Mrs. Nitya in her usual calm voice,”the past is gone and the time lost will not come back ever. So why bother? But I can tell you what to do now?”
Diya looked at her with a soft look on her face as she did agree with all that Mrs. Nitya had just said.
“Now,” continued Mrs. Nitya,”as soon as you are out of this mess, you must go back and apply for a similar job. That shall solve the first problem of you being in a crisis. Now as you said that you did not like your job, its important for you to have some motivation to keep going. Let that motivation be something you love. See that money as an investment for your dream project. That will help you pull through all difficulties. I know you are not liking what I am saying. But remember my dear that in order to find a solution to an existing problem, you must never put yourself in any sort of crisis else you will lose your peace of mind.”
“Thats so truly said,” said Diya with tears in her eyes,”but I wonder what made me feel that I had been right all along.”
“You were right,” spoke Mrs. Nitya,”but you ignored what didnt feel right. Leaving your job felt right, leaving the toxic environment felt right, following your passion felt right, being honest about your wishes felt right but you forgot or denied what did not feel right. Leaving the money did not feel right. Leaving behind your financial freedom did not feel right.”
Diya was listening carefully to all her words of wisdom. It was quite true that she had given up on her financial freedom and this disturbed her quite a lot. But she could just not convince herself to take up a job she had no apetite for.