Carelessly in Love
Juniper imagined his life totally different from the time he left school. He was going to find a nice, white-collar job in the city. Maybe drive some three miles to his home in the suburbs, dandle his wife or maybe play with the kids. He thought his life was going to be simple because to him the life in movies and sitcoms was all he could ever hope for.
He never imagined he would move to California. He never planned to have a kid before he was financially stable. Heck, if you told him the moment he left college he would be freelancing for hours on end he would have laughed in your face. It turned out that having a degree in forensics psychology was great, but in terms of being marketable, there were better degrees. He had looked up to his uncle all his life. He’d never imagined following his path tiresome, or downright impossible.
It stirred in his mind oftentimes when his computer was open. He would stare at the code and zone out and wonder what else he had gotten wrong.
As the days wore out, he finally realized holding on to hopeless dreams wasn’t the real way in life. It took a lot of introspection and self-actualization and really finding what you really enjoy. To him, it took a while to materialize, but he was glad he had done so.
A little later after he had landed a job at a local firm he started exploring his options, not only career-wise but dating as well. His last girlfriend was a junkie and all she knew was having a good time and blowing up a paycheck in one night. He wanted someone a bit more calmer and reserved, someone he could rely on with serious issues.
He found himself falling for Lila, the receptionist at the front desk of the firm for which he was contracting. She was a little shy for a cute girl and looked like someone from a conservative background. He ended up asking Lila out for a date and to his surprise, she agreed. Dating Lila was a different perspective on life. It wasn’t static or reckless like his previous path. Lila was the break he needed to find his purpose.
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