Despite my young age, I sometimes feel like a sage. It is probably attributed to the fact that I have gone through the school of life. I attend meetings and speak my ideas then someone will later ask, “How old are you again?” and yes, I have to tell them my age, to which they reply, “Quite young.” Now this, is what I do not know how to reply to. I’ll probably downplay it and smile or say something like, “I’ve heard that a lot *insert laugh*. This past week I had to utter the latter and after leaving a certain meeting. I later had a conversation with my younger version…
This is to all of you who are younger than me, or even older (age-wise) but young at heart.
I always knew I wanted to write. People would ask me where I wanted to end up in the media world, and one of my options was in the print media. I used to write in a certain notebook and whenever people wanted to read it, I would tell them not to. Why? Because they would find it in my blog someday. Well, none of the pieces have made it to my blog so far (time will tell if they do). I kept pushing launching this blog because, ‘Where would I get the followers? What if I run out of content?’ It took me over four years to finally set it up, knowing the only people who would read it would be my family. I didn’t even start it until I was pushed to.
When I wanted to move to the city, it took me close to a year to make up mind and eventually decide to make the move. I at times keep thinking what would have happened if I made the move at first? Would some of the things be different? Well, the courage to do it was the hardest.
Over time, I have learned to take risks. I recently had to make a decision I will let you in on very soon. It was a risk, but as soon as I made that decision, I felt relieved.
Always take risks. It could be for the best.
…maybe sometimes it’s riskier not to take a risk. Sometimes all you’re guaranteeing is that things will stay the same.
Live everyday like it’s your last
Your life is a book; make it a bestseller.
Procrastination has always been a bug I have tried fighting off, and only recently seem to have succeeded. I start something and midway I get pre-occupied with other things and push what I was doing before to the next day.
I know a lot of people who have passed on. People around my age. It just hit me that today you could be here, and tomorrow, you are gone. Whatever I set my mind to do and finish that day, now gets done. For me, it is all about organizing myself in terms of priorities. So far, it is working for me. There is just one aspect I need to stop pushing to the next day, and the day after.
Love yourself. It is important to stay positive because beauty comes from the inside out.
There comes a time in life when you give out love so much that in the end you have none left for yourself. Ever been drained by loving someone so deeply even though you don’t feel they love you the same way? That has been my situation many times, even going to the point of giving people second chances when they do not deserve it.
I was close to a breakdown a few months and weeks ago, and it just made me realize just how much I had neglected myself (I’ll speak of it soon). The moment I decided to take better care of myself and love myself a little more, life is becoming better. You deserve all the love.