This is me when I am 21.I still remember a few weeks before I was about to leave to UK, we gathered at my house for a party to bid myself farewell. And there are a few of these friends I have only been meeting up recently. And seeing all these pictures really makes a reflect a lot these past few weeks.
I still remember how it felt those last few weeks here. I felt free, eager to start a new chapter of my life and knowing that there’s something to look forward too. And I wished that I get the feeling now.
A lot of things had happened for the past few weeks, something really good and something not so good. The good part is that we will be having a baby. And just a thought of that is something money can’t buy.
Then comes the not so good part. I am actually a bit directionless in what I want to do right now. It seems that the stressful part of my job is actually creeping up on me. And I think I needed a change. And yet there’s limited opportunity. It’s a stage where I am clueless with what I want to do, and how can I achieved that. So I was thinking to myself, I am not even 29 and don’t tell me this is mid-life crisis?
The environment in the office is just so negative that the thought of continue working there seems like too much of a burden. I just hope that I will get an opportunity soon, before I hit a depression. That’s the last thing I want to be in.