Going back to where it all started.
Ten years ago, I signed up for WordPress and thought, maybe I should write my thoughts into a blog.
But I was scared. I was lazy. I didn’t have the motivation.
Every year, I would wonder… what if I had pursued what I really wanted to do back then?
Ten years later, those thoughts are still lingering in my head. So here I am, finally trying again.
A little less afraid of what the world would say, a little more brave to be who I really am.
A decade in between. Who am I now? A big part of me feels like I’m still the same person I was ten years ago—always chasing after the matters of my heart. And truth be told, I made a lot of bad choices following my gut and what felt right in the moment. Do I regret anything? Maybe that I wasted a few… I mean, a lot… of money. But then again, did I ever truly feel lacking financially? Quick answer, no.
Most of my friends would describe me as a happy-go-lucky person. That, I won’t deny. I live in the moment.
When I was a kid, I always felt like my family is well-off, that we had so much in life. That I was living the life. It was only when I entered university that I realised how poor we were, and that my situation felt better when I was a kid because I was surrounded by less fortunate ones.
You see, life is always about perspective.
My university life changed me in ways I couldn’t go back from. It taught me what real heartbreak is. It taught me what it means to be a friend. And it taught me that you eventually forget all the lessons and exams… but the moments you laughed your heart out, drank till you were crying in tears, skipped class just because—those are the moments that stay with you long after.
And I guess, as adults, we all know this. Yet it’s still hard to let go of how the world expects us to function—to show up to work every single day, not knowing whether this is what your heart truly wants or simply what the world demands.
It’s hard to go against the flow, because failing isn’t a luxury many of us can afford.
And how do you even follow your heart when your heart itself isn’t sure where to go?
But I suppose the fact that I’ve been thinking about writing for ten years must mean something.
So here’s to starting over again (and welcome to my little messy, always-jaded heart translated into words).
hello, world 