Finding my niche during my quarter-life crisis
"… I’m 80, I’m on my deathbed, and I say, ‘I could have been a writer.’"
- Neil Gaiman
July 9, 2005
Manila, Philippines
Regrets. For the past 25 years of my life, I tried not to have any. But it’s inevitable. There are things, some small and some big, that I regret choosing… or not choosing. But we only get one shot at life. We can’t just go back to our childhood and change everything so that our present (or future) is not like… this.
At the Gathering for Neil Gaiman at the Rockwell Tent last Saturday, I realized that each day is a "now-or-never" day. It’s hard not to pursue what you want and then regret it afterwards.
To be honest, I have reached a point in my life that I start to ponder where I’m supposed to be heading. Yes, this "quarter-life crisis," as some would call it, is now hitting me right smack in the face. I don’t know where to go. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what I want. All I know is that I want to make a difference in my life and in others’… somehow.
I don’t want to have regrets. On my deathbed, I’d want to say, "I have done something beautiful in my life." I want to say that.
Now, the only thing to do is know what to do.
"Though I don’t know where I’m going, oh no
At least I know I’m going somewhere."
- "Somewhere" by Wunjo
