Good day and hope you're well, as well as the society wanted you to be. Blogger is fading out, or maybe converting the crowd to Twitter. Here, i see memories, thoughts and footprints... like Steve J. used to say "you only can connect the dots backwards", and now here I am, in the middle of the crowd feeling normal and similar.
At the stage of loss counting of how old actually I am, briefly recognized I'm rolling into my 30's, I think I'm in a stage of "a freed fish in fish tank", and I'll explain why. At the moment, I got my physical freedom, my time are well scheduled and managed for every perspective and roles without ignoring any one of them, but then still able to freed couple of hours a week to read (which i don't think most young parents have that). Furthermore, financially able to keep myself survive along with some commitments (no investment in property at this stage) , subsidize in home expenses, and still able to have some fun here and there. A good life, huh?
"Why do you choose to live a life like this?", Yup! This question hits me, often. I can greatly predict my years to come if i choose the options provided by others, and it actually got me bored. I would love to create a path whom never went before, something exciting and unknown, of course comes along risky. At this stage, i saw friends picking the choice of A to Z in their career, striving from A1 to A100, or they pivot to G1 and start all over again. What do I want? An alphabet that never exist before?
There's plenty of industries out there, but still countable. Economist is playing their predicting game, Technologist are always pouring the late night oils to be the latest, or just to stay in game. Artist create goods based on others point of view, they cover their ears to show they don't care, with eyes wide open desperately craving for responses.
There's 8 corners in a box, no matter which corner you're at, you're still in the box. Everything are well built in this box, everything are interrelated, sophisticated, beautiful and ugly. We were born in the box, we've been processed, or processing, to different shape of nugget. Meanwhile, we are at the stage of choosing whether to create a damn better nugget, or not to be a nugget (if you know you are one). Because nuggets father nuggets son. Life is neither short nor long, depends how you live it. I believe mine should be Ngam Ngam Ho, if i live without regrets in every now and then.
Good luck Mr Me, and hope one day you could laugh at this little post with joy and tears.
Regards,
Your stubborn little friend.
