I’ve always wanted to live abroad. I don’t know why but the idea seemed really cool and awesome to think of living somewhere outside my home country. Never thought or dreamed about anything else.
I had this dream for a very long time. In fact, when I think about it, I can’t remember a single day of my life not thinking or fantasizing about it. Most of my childhood, all of my teenage years, and up until now.
This story is not one of those where I tell you that I’ve changed my mind because of some turn of event or because I love my family or friends so much. Because let me tell you that there is nothing more important in my life than this dream that I’ve grew up with.
I can pretty much say that I can & will do everything in my power to fulfill this dream. There’s no giving up & there’s definitely no stop in it.
“We must all either wear out or rust out, every one of us. My choice is to wear out.” — Theodore Roosevelt.
My choice as well, is to wear out.
Where it starts?
From the beginning of January 2020 up until this moment, I’ve applied for 300 companies, give or take. I’m a software engineer and I’ve been working full-time on enterprise-level for more than 2 years.
Obviously I’ve been applying for the same role from the beginning. Trying my best to make my resume look sharp every week or two, and then applying all over again, all around Europe.
Europe is where I’m heading so that’d be my number one target.
Up until now, right at this moment that I’m writing this article, every single one of those companies have either rejected my application (95% without giving any specific reason), or have not responded at all.
Now that hurts. And you know what? They say that “imposter syndrome” is not a real thing and it’s all in your mind and you gotta get past it. But that seems like a joke to me now.
You can obviously handle a rejection or two. But 300? Now that is either something personal (highly unlikely), or I’m totally not good enough.
I’ve had a lot of frustration. Probably more than I can remember. But none of them made me stop dreaming or discouraged me from improving my game.
What’s the take?
The take is that I will not give up. Not until the day that the sky is high. If it seems like that I’m not good enough, I will get better, every single day until the moment that I can prove that I am qualified to be who I claim to be.
I know who I am and I know what I’m capable of, and whether I can express myself fully or not, doesn’t discourage me at all.
I have a dream, and I will not stop until I get there.
Keep the fire burning. Always.