Today I was out with some friends. We got to talking about some pretty interesting stuff, one of which are plans that we've set aside for our lives since ages past. It's funny how our lives did not go as we planned it to be. I'm not sure exactly how to feel about that. But while I sat at Starbucks, thinking about the many, many ways my life could have turned out, it was bittersweet, like the hot chocolate I drank.
Right now, I ought to be married with at least a kid. My husband would have been able to sustain our family so I can be a homemaker. And I would be having play dates with my fellow homemakers in the neighbourhood. But I'm not. Hah...
I could have been in Melbourne right now, studying something like floristry, pastry making, pursuing a higher eductaional degree, venturing into psychology, furthering literary studies. I would have been a completely new person there, living on my own and making ends meet, occasionally surviving on bread and water... and the odd italian meal that I can afford from my pay check working part-time in some cafe. But I'm not.
We sat there, at starbucks, thinking about our plans, our 'dreams'. I had fun thinking back... and I'm inspired.
Before the next 10 years of my life whizzes past me, I wanna do the following:
1) Go missions. Please... finally.
2) Study in Australia for a couple of years and live on my own. I'm thinking culinary... ha.
3) Get some cafe to employ me as a barista.
4) Hope my sister really opens a nice cafe so I can work for her.
And I suppose, as I was thinking, that even if none of the above ever, ever happens...
... I want to be able to say that I tried.
