For me they normally happen, these career crises, often, actually, on a Sunday evening, just as the sun is starting to set, and the gap between my hopes for myself and the reality of my life starts to diverge so painfully that I normally end up weeping into a pillow.
Buatku, semua krisis karir yang kualami seringkali, sebetulnya, terjadi di Minggu malam, saat matahari mulai terbenam, saat aku menyadari bahwa harapan dan realitas hidupku sudah berada di dua kutub yang berbeda biasanya aku lalu meratap di atas bantal.