Halfway Thru The Birthpains

In a few days, I would be halfway through my probationary period. The past three months had been the most productive part of my life yet. Productive in the aspect of travel, of the people I met, and of the sales that I’ve generated.

I felt like I just gave birth and the newborn is the job I got in Merck. And just like a new mother, I began to take care and nurture my baby, making sure that I’d give him all he needs.

My baby had grown over the months. I made sure that he’s protected from harm, from despair, from frustration, from everything negative.

And I made sure that my baby adapts to the environment that I was in and the culture that I was exposed to. So that my baby would not be overwhelmed by anything and by anyone who dared to discourage him by any means.

My baby is almost 3 months now. I could see that my baby is contented. My baby had no other choice but to be contented. And my baby knew  that I had no other choice but to take care of him.

Otherwise both of us will die.

I don’t want my baby to die. I want to see him grow. I want to see him succeed in life. I’ve endured the pains of delivering this baby. I’ve proven to myself that I could bring it to life inspite the pains, so why would I stop now?

I want to guide my baby to the path of satisfaction and happiness. I’ve got 3 more months to do it.

And I’m halfway done.