Are you a journey or a destination kind of person? I used to ask that question a lot, until I realized they’re one and the same. The destination is the journey is the destination. Everytime I reach a goal or a certain level of success in any aspect of life, there’s always a next level I’d like to attain. Sometimes I desire something else entirely. Everytime I think I’ve found myself, the only thing I find is that I’m lost yet again.
Such is life, I realize. In my 20’s, I attribute the feeling of being lost as part of a crisis. And then I wondered why it was labeled “quarter life crisis” when I experience it every year. It turns out, some people never get found. Or maybe, nobody really ever gets found – but I can’t speak on behalf of the majority.
These days I just embrace it. I embrace my Now, which is, for better or for worse, in a constant state of transition. I get to the next destination with the expectation of getting lost again, and a desire to explore further and reach greater heights. Otherwise, what else is there to do?
That being said, here’s my wish for the coming year:
This year, I wish that you get yourself lost and embrace it. Experience all the Now’s – whether you’re making waves, or riding them, or stumbling over. And as there’s no getting lost without a certain amount of boldness, may you be bold as f*ck. And brave. And mad. Sometimes the limits are all in your mind.
Happy New Year.
On Instagram, you post a photo of yourself with closed eyes, arms spread wide, hair blown by the wind, in your cute adventure outfit. In this photo, you are probably at the beach, or at the top of the mountain, or in a new city in another part of the world. The caption says something in the lines of “Never lose your childlike wonder”.
It is a five-day long weekend for everyone in the city. In other days, that could have also been me. But this time I decide to stay at home in the suburbs through (almost) all those days, without any plans. In this era of filled calendars, that is an awful long time with barely anything setup. Life as an adult is a collection of lists of things that must be done – things to do, errands to run, muscles to gain, inboxes to empty, eyebrows to pluck, children to run after, money to earn, occasions to attend, places to go. But this weekend is mine. I am free to be bored, to stare at the ceiling, let my thoughts wander, read a good book, or play with the dogs all morning and afternoon.
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We only ever remember stories. This is true when it comes to new places we visit, experiences we try, people we meet, products we use.
If you want to build something that’s truly viral you have to create a total mindfuck experience.
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Taipei, Taiwan, July 2016 – Here is a rewind from over a year ago, when Filipinos still needed a visa to go to Taiwan. As of September this year, we can already visit visa-free, as you may know, which makes it a bit easier to go these days.
I followed Paula in Taipei and we went around after her business-related shenanigans. Amidst the humidity, we roamed the city in front of a phone camera. The word “vlogging” makes me cringe a little bit and makes me feel pretentious, but I think that’s what this is called. I discovered that I am very awkward at this despite being much of an extrovert, and Paula, who is usually an introvert, is quite a natural! Well I’ll be damned. Continue reading “VIDEO: Taipei, Taiwan Vlogging with Paula”
The other day a friend spoke about someone who is dying, literally – someone who is counting down his days because of a certain illness. And the first thing that came to my mind was: Aren’t we all? The only difference between us and the person who was told she only has a few days or weeks or months left to live is that we don’t know what number to start counting down from. If you think about it, the sands of time are dripping down the hour glass. Our hour glass. Every hour, every minute, every second is our life.
For the past couple of weeks, I’ve thought about playing around with graphs of life using spreadsheets. I figured that if we’re using them so much in our work and business to visualize our status, progress, or certain data, then perhaps we can also apply them to visualize our own lives.
In this series of pie graphs, I’ve graph-ified something quite simple: the years of life I have lived versus the years of life I (may or may not) have remaining. Obviously, all are but guesstimates. Nevertheless, it might be worth pondering.
What is your target life span?
I’m currently 30 years old, and I plan to live to at least 100. Based on that plan, I would have lived 30% of my life. This pie makes it look like I still have a lot of time to pursue my dreams and tick off boxes in my bucket list (though I don’t really have one).
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Writing is a form of self discovery. Having a blog is a form of self discovery. I was sorting my site’s categories the other week, and in the middle of doing so I realized that it was very much like filtering the things I should be focusing on in my life. As I drafted my About section, I struggled to find the perfect words to introduce myself. Until I thought, well wtf, perhaps there are no perfect words – at least right now. And that’s okay.
You have to write a lot of shitty things to come up with something remotely interesting later. And that is not even certain. It’s a chase for a perhaps.
I chanced upon this article in The Atlantic entitled My 150 Writing Mentors and Me. It’s written by this guy, Joe Fassler, who interviewed 150 authors in the past five years. Lots of learnings, obviously. But amongst them, I find this most useful:
If you’re willing to lower your expectations, to temporarily mute your inner critic, then incremental progress is always possible… Above all else, writers are people who allow themselves the freedom to suck—unrepentantly, happily, even. They’ve learned through hard experience that out of failure comes something better. And that the only catastrophe, really, is the refusal to keep trying.
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Chamonix, France – What I enjoyed most about Switzerland is being just half a tourist. Since I was staying at Rica’s home, I can take my time and change plans with no pressure. I was thinking of exploring the Swiss alps which they said was one of most gorgeous places in that part of the world. But Rica instead planned a drive to Chamonix, France, which is just down the corner from Vevey. Continue reading “Chamonix, France: Road Trip from Switzerland”