How long will I live?

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Early morning, I wake up and perform my daily routine. Then I report to my beat in the North Part of Cebu, Philippines, where I experience an hour and a half travel from my house. As soon as I arrived in my assigned beat, I start to mingle with public servants and police officers. Shyness has no space in this kind of life. I need to be tough, I need to be confident and I need to be vigilant in order to find news stories that I would write. How long will I live this kind of life? That's the life of a young journalist. And I am living that life. It was my dream to become on of the respected broadcasters in the metropolis or even in the nation. At some point, I thought I was clos to that dream when I joined a job search as a radio reporter. However, it was not part of God's plan to make me one of the top three winners for I was put on the waiting list. "Wildcard" status perhaps. While waiting for my limelight in the broadcast world I decided to venture out to my second love and that is journalism. That's how I ended up being a journalist. Every day I look for news worthy events. From 8:00 a.m. to 2:00 p.m. I'm out on field and patiently looking for news. Not to mention, the heat of the sun that envelopes my body everytime I am on field. I do not mind the long walks for it's part of exercise. What I do mind is the heat of the sun that touches my porcelain skin. But that's the price I pay for dreaming big in the media world. Yes, it's a bit tiring but at the end of the day, I find fulfillment in what I do. For as long as I see my by-line on a daily newspaper. For as long as my readers are informed of current events, my efforts pay-off.