Gratitude under the bright tree in its shadow we sip wine listening to birdsongs not for the presents but for the muffled quiet of fresh fallen snow I set an extra plate the candlelight flickers twice her presence or draft grilled eel feast the stray cat licks its empty bowl second helping on the plate summer cuisine
THE IMPORTANCE OF CHOOSING THE RIGHT CAREER
Dilnoza Bekmurodova Navruzbekovna
Student of the Presidential School in Karshi, Kashkadarya Region, Uzbekistan
Email address: dilnozabekmurodova89@gramil.com
Abstract
This article discusses the importance of choosing the right career in human life. It focuses on the social, psychological, and personal factors that influence career choice and highlights why this decision is crucial for young people. The article emphasizes the significance of aligning one’s interests and abilities to find a meaningful path, analyzes the consequences of poor career decisions, and explores how the right career choice leads to success and personal fulfillment. In the modern world, career choice has become one of the most decisive factors not only for individual happiness but also for
social and economic development.
Keywords
Career, choice, ability, goal, interest, success, motivation, decision-making, future, artificial intelligence, responsibility, life path, self-development, society, opportunity, independent thinking.
Introduction
One of the most important decisions in a person’s life is choosing a career. Every individual defines their future, social standing, and success through their professional path. Therefore, the right career choice plays a crucial role not only in one’s personal life but also in the development of society as a whole. Today, with the rapid
advancement of technology, the digital economy, and artificial intelligence, the global labor market is changing dramatically. New professions are emerging, while many traditional ones are gradually disappearing. In this context, it is vital for young people to
choose careers that align with both modern demands and their own interests.
Thus, making the right career choice means consciously building one’s future, realizing personal potential, and taking responsibility for one’s own life. A career is not only a means of earning a living but also a way of self-discovery, achieving dreams, and contributing to social progress.
Main Body
Research shows that the number of people dissatisfied with their professions or working in fields that do not match their abilities is increasing worldwide. Statistical data indicates that about 66% of workers have career regrets — mostly due to poor career
choices, lack of motivation, and job dissatisfaction — which often lead to stress, burnout, and decreased productivity. Many people make incorrect career decisions early in life and end up working in areas that do not bring them fulfillment. Therefore, proper career selection has become not only a personal necessity but also a social priority.
Studies also suggest that individuals who choose careers aligned with their interests and strengths are 70% more satisfied with their jobs and demonstrate up to 1.5 times higher productivity. This shows that self-awareness is the key factor in successful career
planning. A person must understand their talents, passions, and values to evaluate which professional path best fits them. For instance, creative individuals often thrive in art, design, or media fields, while analytical thinkers may excel in technology or scientific
research.
Labor market demand also plays a critical role. According to the Future of Jobs Report 2025, the most in-demand professions in the coming years will include artificial intelligence and data analysis experts, software developers, environmental specialists, cybersecurity professionals, and healthcare workers. Meanwhile, automation is leading to the gradual decline of roles such as cashiers, clerical staff, and data entry operators. This transformation highlights the necessity for individuals to adapt, reskill, and continuously develop new competencies to remain competitive.
Gender-based differences also remain a major issue in the global job market. Current data reveals that 72% of men participate in the workforce, compared to only 47% of women. This gap underscores the need to ensure equal opportunities and promote women’s education and professional development. Research shows that when women’s participation in the workforce increases, a country’s GDP and overall economic growth also rise significantly.
To choose the right career, individuals should follow several essential steps. First, self- assessment is necessary to identify personal strengths, values, and areas of interest. Second, one should research current and future labor market trends to understand which
professions offer stability and growth. Gaining practical experience through internships, volunteer work, and mentorship programs is also vital to test one’s abilities in real-world settings. Moreover, consulting career counselors and taking personality or career aptitude tests (such as Holland’s or MBTI) can help make informed decisions.
In today’s world, success depends on continuous learning, flexibility, and adaptability. As new technologies reshape industries, traditional professions are disappearing while new ones emerge. Therefore, individuals must choose careers not only for today but also for the future. When personal interests, social needs, and market demands intersect, a person achieves both material success and emotional fulfillment.
Conclusion
In conclusion, choosing the right career is one of the most important and responsible decisions in life. A well-chosen profession leads to psychological stability, financial independence, and overall life satisfaction. Conversely, a poor career choice can result
in unemployment, stress, and dissatisfaction. Therefore, career decisions should be made thoughtfully—through self-reflection, experience, and awareness of future opportunities.
In the modern world, the greatest wealth is adaptability and lifelong learning. When individuals find their true path, they not only shape their own destiny but also contribute to the prosperity and progress of society.
Dilnoza Bekmurodova Navroʻzbekovna – 13 years old, born on January 31, 2012. Currently, she is a 7th grade student at the Presidential School in Karshi, Kashkadarya region, Republic of Uzbekistan. Dilnoza is interested in writing poetry, reading books, drawing, and making things. She has been interested in creativity since the age of seven, and has been writing poems and various creative works. Currently, her creative works have been published in several international magazines. One of her biggest dreams for the future is to open her own educational center, travel to many countries, and publish her author’s works. She is very interested in learning languages, and currently knows two more languages.
References
Sidewalk
Jerome Berglund (italic)
Christina Chin (plain)
sandpipers—
season it
by eye
hamaguri clam
with a pinch of salt
adorable,
wish were ours…
pink flowers
the seabreeze lulls
a hammock dream
catching sun’s rays
teabag on bank
of the curb
hidden in twilight
a little cuckoo
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hit and run
i remember when my father
told the sheriff’s deputy that
i was driving his ford bronco
that just had the hit and run
accident
that’s why i was in the bathroom
shaving, trying to hide my identity
little did that dumb fuck know
i knew the deputy
she asked me one question
where does your father usually
hang his coat
i told her usually by the door
but this time he took it to his room
she said thank you and then went
and arrested my father
i called my mother, who was at
a nursing conference an hour away
and told her that her oldest child
is going to jail
she asked what did i do
i told her not me, the dumb fuck
you are married to
i’m pretty sure i only talked
to my father once after that
that was more than enough
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these lonely streets (for jeff buckley)
drowning in tears
joy, pain, there’s
not that much of
a difference
anymore
a moment of silence
for all the lost souls
that still ramble these
lonely streets
just another old man
still clutching to the
faint brilliance of
the past
slowly dying under the
pressure of tomorrow
freedom
the ability to die
as you wish
her eyes glisten
as she knows there
won’t be many more
nights like this
offer apologies
buy never say
never
let the silence haunt
every last memory
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they all want to save you
it starts as a dull ache
a temptation for the
shotgun in the corner
a dirty old floor at
the farm you should
have died on
stuck in the suburbs
wondering which
wrong turn left
you here
and they all want
to save you just
on their terms
not in the time
frame that you
have left
people don’t like
talking about death
you put too much
into the universe
you know what
happens
yeah
wake, piss, eat, drink,
rinse, repeat day after
fucking day
always respected
the ones that never
wanted to live past
their expiration date
none of us ever
should
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domestic bliss
a dirty pair
of underwear
hanging off
a branch of
a tree
tornado?
or did someone
cheat on their
wife?
again?
welcome to
the midwest
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must be the holidays
the merchants of death
are at it again
must be the holidays
as much as i can feel
every part of my body
breaking down
the spirit is what
i’m worried about
that will to live
the last flame before
death takes over the
body
there’s a faint whisper
in the back of my head
telling me to hang on
there’s a light at the
end of the tunnel
insert train joke here
and i know i am better
off than most of the world
but that isn’t some great
achievement in my eyes
swimming in debt
fighting off sharks
not exactly how i thought
the glory years would go
now the words want
to play hide and seek
and people wonder why
so many take their own
lives
J.J. Campbell (1976 – ?) is an old soul that still scrapes by each day. He’s a 3 time Best of The Net nominee and a two time Pushcart Prize nominee. He’s been published for 30 years now, most recently at Disturb the Universe Magazine, The Beatnik Cowboy, Crossroads Magazine, The Rye Whiskey Review and Misfit Magazine. He spends most of his time taking care of his disabled mother. In any seconds of free time, he’s probably placing a bet on some soccer game overseas. He still has a blog, although he rarely has time to write on it. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com)
My immortal melody
When they ask me
I might take shelter in silence.
I might shed a tear
I might clink my glass to get everyone’s attention
And yet….
I would say, he was a wider-than-life dream.
His dream spanned realms beyond sight,
yet the gravest disappointments assailed his heart.
Neither his scrawny horse is strong enough.
Nor does his wooden sword do any good.
The songs of enthusiasm, too.
have fallen silent, for it is useless.
I would say that the wind has defeated his resolution,
As swayed by his whims.
His ship is lost
And the sea, so they say, is treacherous.
Who can foretell his death?
And the shark is open-mouthed
I will say, the vast wilds still bear
the traces of his footsteps.
Planting false hope.
Here, a banner.
There, a surreal painting
Even on the mirage
Hummed the murmur of the water
I’d say he was a mythical being.
Perhaps only in the imagination.
At the County Fair Anxiety Dream
A carnival barker is trying to convince
me that, for a modest sum, I could
enter the mind of another person
and retain all of his or her thoughts,
dreams, emotions, and memories.
While it was a tempting idea,
I thought it would be horrible if
that worked both ways. What if that
person retained the essence of me while I
was poaching the essence of them?
I looked around the fair and wondered
when it had become something like Ringling
Brothers, Barnum, and Bailey in a
Kafka story like the prelude to Amerika
or The Starving Artis? I heard lions
roaring inside circus tents and saw elephants
hanging out by a peanut gallery where
a puppeteer was doing Punch and Judy shows
with masked figures who strongly
resembled Celebrity Death Match Claymation
characters modeled after current politicians.
I asked the barker who was now dressed up
in a clown costume, whether I could
choose whose mind I could borrow for
the evening and he said, ”Sure, but that costs extra.”
I was afraid to ask how much but he must have
peered into his crystal ball and assured me
that there were several convenient payment
options, layaway plans, credit card loans
and even an extended pay option that sounded
like a 30-year mortgage with low financing
that was a limited time offer. All I had to do was
sign here and we’ll go to town. I have a pin
for the blood-letting you’ll need to sign
the oath. “Don’t worry, “ he assured me,
“it only hurts for a little while, then you just
get used to it.”
Lunch with Charlie: an Anxiety Dream Poem
All the buildings look like
turn-of-the-last-century Utica
brownstones but I think we are
actually, in Albany. I’m trying to
get downtown on foot but somehow
find myself on a bus that takes the
wrong fork off the main road into
a different city that looks like Utica
but could be Schenectady.
I pull the overhead stop wire that signals
the driver to stop but he doesn’t
and the wire snaps. The driver arbitrarily,
abruptly stops, stands up, and says,
“Last stop everyone out.”
And he forces all of us out into
the middle of nowhere. Luckily my old
boss is driving by in his vintage Caddy,
picks me up and suggested we stop
for lunch at Hymie’s Pork Shop in Troy
which is always the next stop after
Nowhere on the bus line. Then I’m
sitting at a table with a movie star
and some local political movers and
shakers all of whom are friends of
my boss who seems to have disappeared.
The star turns out to be Charlie Sheen
and he has a bandage on his right cheek
that covers a wound from one of his old
movies. Charlie is affable and funny
and I feel very comfortable with him
all throughout an extremely long lunch
and after. Later, in the Caddy, I tell my boss
about the great time I had at lunch
with Charlie and he says, “You were
lucky. He can turn on you like that.”
And he snaps his fingers. I ask him
where we are going now and he says,
“Downtown.” But I’m afraid to ask him
in what city.
Dream Lottery Anxiety Poem
This is what it must feel like
to win the dream lottery, I thought.
All I had to do was give the patron’s
pet turtle his daily walk, on a leash,
and I could collect an all expenses paid
overnight trip to London for a first
run new play at The Savoy.
Once I had hooked the turtle up
On his leash and we began our walk
I could see this was going to be
much more difficult than I originally thought.
Then I’m in London, outside the theater,
after the overnight, unable to sleep on
the flight trip, plus the half hour
commuter train ride from Gatwick into
town and several tube stops, I’m so tired
I wonder if I can stay awake through
the first of nine acts, play.
Then I’m on a different sidewalk outside
Proctor’s theater in Schenectady with
Neil the tavern scammer, and he has
a cardboard box of rare baseball cards
he borrowed from a six-year-old kid
playing nearby and he’s telling me
we could sell the cards at Finnigan’s
and split the money 50/50 which meant
I would sell the cards because no one
in their right mind would buy a collectible
from Neil. All I had to do was keep
the kid occupied long enough for the cards
to be appraised but the kid runs out
into the street and is hit by a car and Neil
is gone. All I had to do now was get
the box of cards up six floors of a brick
building which meant finger climbing
a vertical wall in a trash infested alley
to the window where Neil was yelling
down at me, “Make sure you don’t drop
the cards.” And somehow, I make it most
of the way up, one-handed, and Neil says,
“Let me take those for safe keeping.”
And then I’m in the street holding
the bloody kid to my chest and
the cards are ruined, strewn all around,
covered in blood and a child’s scrawl
in magic marker and I’m hoping that
the ambulance comes in time for
the first act.
Under Construction Anxiety Dream
I’m at the Busy Corner that no longer exists,
window shopping at the Boston Store that
got torn down years ago and I’m looking
for custom, handmade t-shirts for heavy
metal bands that would never come to
the Utica War Memorial venue for love
nor money and then I’m walking down
Genessee Street looking for an address
on streets that were removed during
urban renewal in the 60’s to build
the-around-the-city arterial and I decide
to see if the red brick colossus of Genessee
Street apartment building we lived in
when we were first married is still there.
And it is, in all its unique weird glory and I
remember watching random parades for
stuff that was neither a holiday nor explicable
as worthy of mention in any other place
in the world except for Utica, from a Juliet
balcony you could step out on but not
with your full weight on unless you
were feeling suicidal. And I remember
how living there was like being on set
of Rosemary’s Baby with your pregnant
wife wondering how they rippled those ceilings,
why there were windows facing an air shaft
whose only purpose was to see how much
garbage could accumulate down there before
the rats took over and why walking down
the loose marble tile floor felt like a trip to
the gallows following a slow, creaking elevator
ride to get there. Then I am outside again
walking but none of the streets, houses, buildings
look familiar and all the Dutch Elm trees
are back and a hundred feet tall and weaving
about in the gusting wind like something out
of The Shining, the novel, and I feel like
I escaped from something into something
worse though the people I’m with on
the parade float seem nice and I ask,
“What is the parade for?” But no one seems
to know but The Shriner who seems to be leading
the procession points to a construction site
where the pavement saws are dismantling
the sidewalks, the streets, the open-air shopping
center, where they are going to put the Under
Construction signs that seem to be everywhere
but nothing actually seems to be doing
anything but Coming Soon. This seven foot
guy in a fez says to me, “We thought you’d never
get here. Hold this.” And hands me a sparking,
taped-together bunch of what looks like
dynamite sticks and turns to run. “Oh,” he says
before he leaves, “you might need this.”
and he hands me a yellow reflective vest and
a hard hat. Says something about ducking
and covering but I am way beyond ducking
and covering now.
THE IMPORTANCE OF READING CULTURE
Annotation
This article discusses the role of reading culture in the development of society and the individual. It highlights the importance of reading in expanding thinking, enriching one’s spiritual world, and increasing knowledge and cultural awareness from both scientific and social perspectives. The necessity of promoting reading among young people and its positive effects are also emphasized.
Introduction
The book is one of the most important sources of human civilization and contributes greatly to the intellectual and spiritual development of society. In today’s era of globalization, when the flow of information is rapidly increasing, forming and strengthening a reading culture has become even more essential. Reading enriches human intellect, develops independent thinking, broadens perspectives, and helps individuals become intellectually mature. Therefore, the development of reading culture is one of the key factors in raising the overall cultural level of society.
Main Part
1. The Essence of Reading Culture
Reading culture encompasses respect for books, the need for reading, the ability to choose the right literature, analyze the text, and draw practical conclusions from what has been read. Societies with a strong reading culture demonstrate high levels of knowledge, enlightenment, intellectual development, and critical thinking.
2. The Impact of Reading on Personal Development
Mental development: Reading strengthens brain activity, improves memory, and enhances thinking skills.
Language growth: A person who reads regularly gains a richer vocabulary and develops the ability to express thoughts clearly.
Spiritual enrichment: Literary works shape moral values, expand spiritual understanding, and strengthen ethical qualities.
Creativity: Reading enhances imagination and develops creative thinking.
3. The Impact of Reading Culture on Societal Development
In countries with a high level of reading culture, science and technology develop rapidly, competitiveness increases, and an enlightened generation emerges. Societies where people read actively tend to have higher levels of literacy, culture, respect for the law, and social engagement.
4. The Relevance of Promoting Reading Among Youth
Today, spending excessive time on smartphones and social media has weakened the habit of reading among young people. Therefore, promoting reading through educational institutions, families, and society, as well as strengthening library activities, is extremely important. Young people who develop a love for books grow into knowledgeable, morally mature, and thoughtful individuals.
5. Ways to Improve Reading Culture
Encouraging interest in books within the family
Organizing reading weeks in schools and universities
Modernizing the activities of libraries
Expanding the use of electronic books and audiobooks
Conclusion
Reading culture is one of the most essential factors for the intellectual and spiritual development of society. Reading broadens a person’s thinking, enriches their worldview, and shapes their approach to life. Moreover, societies with a high level of reading demonstrate strong cultural, scientific, and developmental capacity. Therefore, every individual, especially young people, must strengthen their need for reading and make books an integral part of their everyday life.
References
1. Abdulla Avloniy – Turkiy Guliston yoxud Axloq
2. Speeches of the President of the Republic of Uzbekistan and materials on spirituality
3. Reading Culture and Its Role in Social Development – collection of scientific articles
4. Abdulla Qodiriy – O‘tkan kunlar, a source of national literature and spirituality
5. Modern textbooks on pedagogy and spiritual studies
I am Satimboyeva Risolat Ilhomboy qizi. I was born on 16 February 2007 in Hazorasp district of Khorezm region. I am currently a first-year student at the Tashkent International University of Financial Management and Technologies in Tashkent city. I studied at School No. 12 in Hazorasp district of Khorezm region and participated in numerous academic olympiads, winning honorable 1st and 2nd places.
I hold several international certificates in Russian and Turkish languages. I have also worked as a tutor, teaching students Russian, and I can speak both Russian and Turkish fluently. During my school years, I actively took part in reading competitions and was repeatedly awarded certificates in the “Best Reader” and “ exemplary student” nominations.
I participated in intellectual competitions such as “Zakovat,” advancing to the regional level. My photos were displayed at school as one of the most exemplary young readers and role-model students. I am the holder of many certificates and also frequently participates in literary anthologies. In my free time, I write poems and continue doing so; one of my books has already been published.
Reaching this level at the age of 18 is largely due to the support of my parents and grandmother, whose encouragement has played a significant role in my achievements.