And I’m literally stuck.
I’m supposed to write a post-birthday blog days ago but I’ve
been trying to find that right spot/feeling/inspiration that I normally have. The
events these past few days actually made me realize that I am really facing the
so-called, infamous “life’s reality”. Don’t get me wrong, I love composing
creative write-ups! I’ve been doing a lot of it since my student years and I
can say that I am pretty good with it. But this time… it’s just… blah…
Confused. Where have I been these past 25 years?
As a child, I remember myself wondering how I would be like
when I grow up. I used to imagine (yes, I have a very imaginative mind) myself
being on top and excelling on everything I do. I knew back then that I have the
guts and guns to fulfill this—and somehow I succeeded on some of them during my
school years. So I graduated. Then I was a writer, 4 months; Graphic Specialist/Assistant
Trainer, 1 year and 5 months. Account Executive for OOH, 1 year and 7 months. Now,
where to go?
Happy. Who wouldn’t be with all my experiences these past 25
years?
I can boast that I was raised by a family that believes positivity
can overpower even the loudest noise of negativity; that mistakes are just stumbling
blocks and lessons are stepping stones toward a brighter and stable future. I have
never forgotten all about it. I doubt that I will ever forget it. This belief will
be forever carved in my heart. Now, what hinders me to share this?
THIS is my quarter-life crisis: I am stuck in between a
confused mind and a happy heart.
When will this end?
What will happen next after this ends?
How will I manage to cope up with the happenings beyond this
end?
