Twenty-four years and a dream since childhood, to spend his life with a pen in hand, as a journalist , shall promptly with my pen in hand to convey the emotions of the protagonists in the front row.
Twenty-four years, however, is thought to the possibility that that dream remains a dream. Just look at what the world of journalism is full of pitfalls for us especially the young, poorly paid employment contracts, promises to be a sailor, and pushing recommendations for those who do not deserve it. Collaborate with the heads since I was seventeen and in the years I've had many satisfactions, emotions that only those who receive it can understand, read your name at the beginning or end of an article for those who aspire to my job is a unique sensation . Often, however, is difficult because the momentary illusion that name aspects that can give you the contract for a lifetime.
The print is in crisis because of the internet and the many newspapers that are born on the web every day and be able to rip a trainee contract is almost impossible, but some people like me continue to try every day with all the determination that requires my job, I have no great pretensions, but I want to reach the maximum for me, give my best, managing to accomplish as a woman in a male dominated world and as a journalist, because I feel that, although they are not already for newspapers I always feel like a reporter, with ups and downs and that paranoia out there, but this does not change the fact that I would not write myself.
For me, journalism is not made according to a letter cold logic, but it's a passion, because without it I think you can not write, I'll have to change in this, I have to stop to see my way with so much sentimentality, but put me in the head really how things go in this field. At times taken by the thoughts I have thought about quitting after one second, but then I realized that I could never take such a decision, write to me is like the first ball given to a child and that is no small thing. I do not have a great esteem, but I am aware of my abilities and my limitations that I fight every day to overcome, I know I can do it in spite of everything because I want to dream is really my destiny.
I fear for the future and the possibility of scontrami with reality, but I'm not afraid to face disappointment in his face or behind closed doors, even some episodes make me even stronger and more determined in my path, I will not give up but to continue my passion always trying to make the best of every opportunity to prove that I can reach the station called the press room and for many it is only an insignificant part, but for me it's everything I want from life in the workplace.
With heart, determination and ambition are sure to have a chance and even if it was really only worth it to keep believing.
If I can not in my way I'll still forever be a journalist, because that's how I feel, because that is how I am and always have been.
Today is a lucky one. I have a contract, albeit with precarious, that, despite the difficulties, I can make money and at the same time to complete my studies. But I miss the way, the muddy shoes, the news sought, pursued and found the fatigue of a day of travel in search of yet another scoop. I realize, though, that I can not complain about what I would be like biting the hand that I'm eating and I would not do it for the world because the job than those who believed in me and giving me this opportunity. But I must tight. I do not feel satisfied, at least right now, from this work.
And then I just have to brush up on my passion, at least on this blog, this little corner of the web of my own and does nothing if no one will read.
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