“Generation Y, those born between 1979 and 1989, spent the most money on books in 2011, taking over long-held book-buying leadership from baby boomers…with 43 percent of GenY’s purchases going to online channels, they are adding momentum to the industry shift to digital.” ”—Publishers Weekly.
The Diary of a Writer
People often ask me why I chose to become a journalist, especially as we’re approaching the precipice of total print annihilation. And after evaluating my dreams of living and making it big in New York, I’ve realized that my career probably isn’t going to lend itself well to said dreams. And though I thoroughly understand that job security and financial stability – rare gems in the Big Apple – are paramount, I’m here to show you more pragmatic-minded people that they’re not everything.
Following your passions (which, in retrospect, sounds really cheesy) isn’t a straight ticket to poverty, as most Asian parents will have you believe. My philosophy in life is to make what you love into a viable career, and if you truly love what you do, you’ll find every means possible to survive – of course, that excludes escort services and/or drug peddling.
I’m a writer. I live to write. I don’t write to live. I love what I do, and if being a journalist means I have to live a piece of my life in complete squalor or I have to forgo a bit of the luxuries I once knew, so be it. Life isn’t about making money or having enough stuff to prove to people that you’re a valued member of society. What exactly is the real gauge of success anyway? Do what you love. Fuck the rest. Living your passions to the fullest is plenty to feed off of for a lifetime. And if what you love to do happens to be cardiothoracic surgery or investment banking, then lucky you; you get the join the happy millionaires club.
And that, ladies and gents, is why I’m a journalist.