Watched the news about people queuing up to 3 days to get I-phones. A customer was visibly happy to get one after forgoing a few nights' sleep. I often wondered about how people can get so thrilled in getting their "object of desire". I started to think what is my own object of desire that could render such joy. By golly, I felt a bit embarrassed to think it could be 'money' itself. I remember being so thrilled and exhilarated during the heady, hazy, happy days of the stock market bull run, hahaha. I then psycho myself such worldly pleasures do not last. Yet, I am no saint. I am wondering now whether a person can like money and at the same time like to help people.
Counselling students can arouse feelings alternating between contentment and sadness, content when some change for the better is observed, sad when students seem so helpless in their predicament of low esteem,trapped in an unfavourable environment. I think my greatest challenge becoming a counsellor is to be less attached. My heart despairs when my young clients declare they "don't care" or they are "ok" but you can see the empty gaze in their eyes, the sense of futility. Sigh, the school counsellor whom I am assisting is thinking of quitting and changing line.
So after the counselling sessions in school, I go home, on CNBC and my mood can be lifted instantly when certain stock is doing well (of course during the recent down swings it does more dampening than lifting haha). That is exactly what I mean: money is the object of instant delight.
However deep in me I know I have to allocate more time to do the job well if counselling is the confirmed path. See, a lot more research, thought and further learning is required to improve on the skill set handling all the varied issues. This is especially so when I start my internship with a Family Service Centre end of the year.
Hence I should review my portfolio and switch to the safer and defensive stocks that do not need much monitoring. Hopefully they can bring some delight from time to time.
Friday, July 11, 2008
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