Knowing where we belong.

She flew out the door, to follow her call.
To a place faraway, where it might lead her astray.
Never to forget where she belong,
Clinging onto the chorus of that song.

I think I have the tendency to blog at such wee, retarded hours?
Hahaha, maybe somehow it serves as a form of inspiration.

Well, went to some pub at Marriot hotel to find my dad.
He was with his colleagues. Well, I'm cool with the noisy atmosphere over there. Felt more like a club rather than a pub setting though.

Supposedly it should be a joyous occasion because IN JUST A DAY his mate earned ten thousand bucks . Yes, $10,000 SGD.
Unfortunately, Uncle Chris' customer ain't happy with his financial service skills because the price of the stock rosed by 10cents after the stocks were sold off.
An opportunity cost of $300,000 SGD for the client was lost?

This is the life of every passionate sales person, stock broker, financial advisor. The main objective is to satisfy the client with the service provided. And somehow Uncle Chris was damn sad.
The spirit of inability to produce a thorough and wonderful result was taking root in his heart.

This is the problem with human's nature. We tend to find the cheapest deal available, and strive to maximise the profits within the budget given. We're never contented with what we have. Maybe this is the reason why the client isn't very pleased with him.

It just voice down to the bottom line, knowing where we belong.
As long as we've done our best of ability in that work, we should feel contented with the results we received no matter what.

Haha, well its easier to be said than done though.
But it's possible isn't it? :)