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Is it fulfilling to work in an NGO?

More than two years ago, I applied for a job in a local NGO. Fresh out of the dazzling and glamorous world of the media, the experience is similar to moving in a quiet, pastoral town after spending most of one’s life in a thriving, noisy city that’s always on the move.

My career-driven aunt was against my decision. And until now, she is. I was on the right track prior to my resignation from one of the biggest newspaper names in the country. Why didn’t I stay in my career path as a journalist and a writer? Why did I make a drastic move in my early years of being professional?

The closest reason I can think of is Supertyphoon Yolanda. It wasn’t the main reason but it certainly played a major part. Back in 2013, I remembered sitting in the cold newsroom that smelled like coffee and old cigarette, monitoring the news and weather updates as the hulking beast of winds and gusts cover the entire seaboard of Leyte. I remembered receiving text messages and photos from our field reporters of the damages and deaths the supertyphoon has caused, how the government and the community were left in tatters in its wake of destruction.

It was the NGOs and foreign organizations who first gave the relief and the aid all those people need. Don’t get me wrong; the media has played a vital role in consolidating information for places that need help, maintaining that momentum of urgency for assistance the victims need. It was thrilling to work in the media but journalism is not for me, as I have belatedly realized. I don’t dream of becoming a reporter with the camera focused on my face. When I first saw my name with a ‘writer’ attached after the comma next to the headline, elation and pride don’t quite describe it. I feel relief that the story was published and I don’t have to look forward in answering any of my editor’s calls.

But now you ask, did I find my calling in working for an NGO? Not quite, either.

NGO presents many ways and opportunities for service and ideas for serving. I think the three years I spent working here is not a waste but a roller-coaster of achievements and disappointments, same as in any career. People often ask me if I feel fulfilled in serving others, in traveling to places I never dreamed of going or meeting other people who lived a completely different life from mine. Yes, I do. I was quite happy with the experience. Only that you won’t always feel fulfilled. Actually, you will feel more frustrated than fulfilled lots of times.

When you consider working for an NGO, you have to assess yourself and study your motivations. Because if you just wanted to feel fulfilled and useful for others, you’ll find yourself ¬†looking for another job after one or two months. Yes, there is joy in serving, in teaching others how to fish rather than giving them all the fish they would need, in envisioning sustainable development in a community, but there is also disillusionment in many areas. Why did the project fail? Why did the donors want to fund this and not this? Why are people always looking after their own self-interests? Why do morons in the government outnumber those with good sense? Why can’t people just go out there and fish?

There is joy and sacrifice. You will feel inspired and at other times, jaded. You will learn from others as well as from yourself. At the end of the day, it is your choice to feel fulfilled in whatever you are doing, whether you’re in the corporate world or in an NGO. It all boils down to priorities, really. Most people around my age prioritize career growth and prefer a fast-paced lifestyle; I like to slow down every once in a while and meet new people, be in different environments and plan my own schedule to explore other options in my life.

If you don’t feel fulfilled anymore, and your career feels like it’s going nowhere, it’s perfectly fine to leave too. To feel cynical or disillusioned. To feel disappointed. Because ultimately, apart from helping others, you have to help yourself too.


Why we are sober in your parties


Yes, we’re boring. Yes, we’re not interesting. Yes, we’re not the life of the party. But just because we don’t party hard enough, or dance enough or get wasted enough means we’re not really enjoying the party. In fact, we enjoy it a lot, during and especially, the after part. Here’s a little poem why:

You’d easily dismiss us

When the room is in full swing

The wallflowers

In a scandalous bouquet

We’re there, but not there

Clutching our wineglasses (or red cups, it makes no difference)

unto our chests like a lover’s heart,

Eyes on the people,

not to our drinks

You’d see us standing in dark corners

Beside the clandestine kisses,

the clashing of tongues,

the catch in their breaths

Wondering why on earth

every wild kiss has to be this loud

Or you’d see us standing

in the middle of a dance floor

Amid the chaos of sweat

wheezing laughter, drunken howls

slurred moans, orgasm cries

Through the hazy smoke of

animalistic euphoria

We’re there

And we’re still human

Cruel enough to amuse ourselves

with your excusable sins

We don’t give life to the room,

nor we desire to catch your eyes

We are the invited guests

watching from outside,

We may feel belong or not; it doesn’t matter

We like to be in two places at the same time

We are ever-searching

The walls and shadows have our ears

Senses attuned to secrets that may leave your lips

To any untoward action

It’s because it is our hobby to wait long

Talk less

Sip little

With glasses raised to our lips

An open salute to someone

for ardently making the night more memorable

(At least for us)

For being atrociously dull,

you may chide us,

mock us,

laugh at us,

But we’d only smile politely

Continue to watch

And in the morning after,

when your memory of the night

is no more

While ours stayed on

Your eyes avoid mine for a reason

Worry not, we’ve sworn

Our lips are sealed

parting only for the shadow of

a merest knowing smile,

Perhaps with a little bit of scorn,

For that night, that part of you,

we will take note,

We may have a use for it

later on

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