“If you don’t learn to laugh at trouble, you won’t have anything to laugh at when you’re old” – Edgar Watson Howe
My dad always says, “There’s no easy way to make a living.” I’ve never been afraid of things being difficult or working too hard . . . it’s boredom that scares the crap out of me. And one of the world’s craziest cities has done me in. I’m bored.
As I enter my last week in Vietnam I’m forced to come to terms with the life that I’m leaving behind and the new life that I’m about to begin. For those who have never been to Saigon, this process on the outset appears to be trading a life in which you can get anything you desire and do anything you want for a life of hidden charges, long hours, and an endless tier of rules and regulations. I reckon I’ve had my last massage until I’m 40, my much adored tropical fruit for 25 cents will be a long lost dream, and 3 hour works days . . .
However, my life in Saigon is over and regardless of all the luxuries and remnants of the easy life, I’m ready and willing to exchange it all (I think) for high taxes, 20-hour work days and $10 cocktails, all with the hope (that only us early 20-somethings hold) that maybe there’s something else out there for me.
As I’m about to embrace my fears of wearing hideous ugly suits and dare I even say it – work in a cubicle – Saigon has given me something to get me through any “blah” I might encounter up ahead . . .
Life’s too short to take yourself too seriously.