Why is it we always find ourselves wanting more, wanting something better, or even wanting something that we cannot have? What is so unsatisfactory about the present? It was once something that was wanted, but now that is has been attained, it is somehow less desirable. Everyone here, interns and staff, are here for a reason; they have a passion for animals and caring for them. Yet, we quickly get bogged down by the work, the rushing, the chaos, the schedules, so that we seem to forget about this overarching reason.
At least it seems this way, we complain about schedules, long hours, shift disorganization, not enough time off. Why would we necessarily want time off if this is what we wanted to be doing with our lives? We should want to help and learn as much as possible in the limited time, for which we are here. There is really little time for complaints. And I certainly fall into this as well. I look forward to my days off, so that I may relax and have time to myself, though this is important as well. However, it is difficult to get myself going again and get pumped for work the next day.
It is amazing how such a unique experience, doing something that one loves can so quickly become old hat, part of the daily grind. What does this suggest? Is it not one’s true passion? Is it just challenging to love the job as a whole if there are certain aspects of it that are much less appealing? Do we just take things for granted that easily? It seems as if I constantly have to remind myself that I could be in a worse position, being stuck at home in some dead end job for the rest of my life. I shudder at the thought. Yet, I suppose that such an extreme is necessary to make me aware of what I really do have, instead of simply dwelling on the present negatives, which are quite miniscule in the grand scheme of things.
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