I’m feeling insecure with my
language and teaching skills. The more I teach, the more I want to cringe in
self-pity and helplessness. The more I work in this profession, the less I feel
the joy. It seems like whatever I set myself to do backfires in the end.
Whatever passion I had eventually trickles to nothing. I feel ashamed of
myself; I feel like a hole void of light and hope. I have emptied myself of the
remaining meager life that I created back in time when I was still full of
youthful idealism.
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