Sunday, February 13, 2011

The ideal life

Ever since secondary school, I've always pictured myself in front of a laptop, typing away, seeming busy, but in fact isn't. Perhaps I was inspired by Phoebe in Charmed, who became a columnist towards the later part of the show. It seemed so easy, just typing away at the laptop, giving some thought-provoking comments to problems raised by readers.

And that's where I am now, doing exactly what I pictured.

Maybe to the 'me' years ago, this would have been an unbelievable thing- owning a laptop and being able to carry it anywhere. Yet now this seems mundane, ordinary.

That's just human- we are never contented. One day we want a house, the next day we want the world. It does seem good to have dreams, ambitions, but sometimes it can be a bad thing. We want something so bad, the process can sometimes become arduous, if not impossible to go through.

Just a few days ago, many achieved freedom in, let's just call it, 'the temple of countless insufferable souls all waiting to devour you, suffocate you', and suddenly, they went back to what lives were before- free, simple, and with a future ahead. Yes, that is what we all want. Well, almost. And so I watched, green with envy, as those people proudly proclaimed their freedom over the net.

I remember being in attachment, and starting my countdown from the very first day. I would come to the screen every night, and sat there pondering how it would be like on my last day, when I was finally free. That day came last year March 21, and I did feel so liberated. I was ecstatic. The next day I spent the day at a mall and slowly roamed around.

So here's a challenge to myself, and all those out there waiting: Do your best and endure through! Your ideal life will come soon, when you can finally see Sunday as a day to relax and look forward to it, instead of treating it like a curse in your life.

For me, I would wait to come to that sacred day. I would enrol in that long-awaited course, and go earn myself some money with a real job. Life would start afresh once more.

Just we all wait.

68 weeks more, folks.

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