Ever since I turned 25 (quarter-life crisis, thankyouverymuch), I’ve been contemplating about my life and I always wonder why it’s so dull. I envy other people who get to do extraordinary things to spice up their life. I guess people who are as active on Twitter as me would (at one point or another) probably feel what I am feeling now. You know, seeing random tweets about how Milan is the best place to travel, or that they had just a photo-op with Katy Perry, or that they just enrolled in some uber-cool class that most people can’t afford — sometimes makes me go green with envy. Eeehhh di kayo na ang may bonggang life.
And then I find it weird to think this way when just three posts earlier I was telling all about the simple pleasures life has to offer. I mean, I am all for appreciating simple things that surround me, but I just. can’t. help. myself. Why are their lives much more cooler than mine??
And then I realized:
- It’s all a matter of perspective. I’m sure that, to some people, they think that my life is amazing.
And it is. My life really is amazing in its own ways. It may not be as fab as Anne Curtis’ or other 6-digit earners out there, but I have done amazing things in the past and I enjoy what I do.
- I’ve got to stop being jealous of other people. Again, it’s a matter of perspective. Acting so damned glass-half-empty all of the time won’t get me anywhere, right?
- But I guess the most important thing I learned recently was that I should stop procrastinating. Waiting for something amazing to happen never works. I have to make things happen. I mean, I never take the initiative. And here I am, whining about the lack of spontaneity in my life; when it’s ultimately my own fault that nothing ever happens to me.
I always give out reasons as to why I don’t do stuff. Maybe it’s because I’m too cautious to try new things. Or maybe because I also feel responsible for most things, even to those I shouldn’t be responsible for. This results to me feeling burdened by a lot of self-proclaimed duties and I end up not doing the things I really want to do (because it will clash with the responsibilities I think I have). Or maybe it’s because I’ve become so comfortable in the routine of my life that I’m afraid to shake it up because I don’t know what to expect.
I need to break out of my comfort zone for once and just get out there and make it happen. But even though this is the case, I’ll tell you honestly: I know I need to be the one to make amazing things happen for me, but at this point, I really don’t know how.
But I hope to find out.