From a pub in Tel Aviv

I sit here watching the people around me while the beer keeps on coming. It’s dark and the cigarette smoke stings my eyes but the music is good and the free chasers are plentiful so I am happy. But I can’t get something out of my head.

“The future belongs to the people who take it”.

Obviously everyone has a future but, whether you are in control of your own destiny or whether someone else is, now that’s a different matter entirely. It’s not hard to take ownership of your future it’s just incredibly risky. It means that instead of trusting in a nice corporation to look after you, you must trust in yourself and your own talents.

But for some of us there just isn’t a fucking choice. I’m tired of going to work everyday and wondering what I’m doing there, I’m tired of watching the hands on the clock go around and around until they have signaled that it’s ok to rise from my chair and go home. I’m sick of the fact that I’m earning more than I ever have and still live in a minus number.

And as Frank Sinatra’s voice comes over the speaker and tells me that he wants to wake up in a city that never sleeps and that if he can make it in NYC he can make it anywhere I beg to differ. Anyone can make it there, that’s why everyone from all over the world is trying to get in.

I am trying to make it in Tel Aviv and if you can make it here then… well, you’re a legend.

About the Author
Marc Goldberg is a copywriter and avid blogger, author of Beyond the Green Line the story of fighting through the al Aqsa Intifada in the IDF Paratroopers