Sitting in a coffee shop, I was on therapy, the all-about-me talk / monologue. Reminiscing and sharing with a girlfriend about my youth escapades, I suddenly fell silent as I realized how far I have gone and how different was the life that I actually anticipated. Honestly, it kind of almost is- about 60-70% is, but not exactly… again, almost! For the most part of my existence, I had been trying to make a momentous event in my life, which will supposedly remind me of my purpose in life with an unwavering impact, “Drama Queen,” she called me. But somewhere along the way, I realized that what I had been trying to achieve is what I had been doing all along.

 

It felt like a bucket of ice was poured over me as I fast rewind my life in my mind for two minutes. It’s like time flew right before me without realizing that I had been actually living for at least twenty-five years. It seemed like I’ve been having perpetual lapses. It’s like everyday, I’d wake up with a blank tape in my head, ready to record yet another day just to be stacked in my done-this-done-that-just-another-day closet.

 

Being a kid, I was in such a hurry to grow up that I never really gave myself a chance to breathe life. I never took time to slow my pacing to savor every second of it. I knew I had fun, really, but it felt like I didn’t enjoy it as much as wanted to. I had fleeting accounts in my head about fun times and what I really wanted was something big and legendary. But recounting almost all of it, I realized that all of those passing events in my life were not totally in vain, because no matter how minute it might have seemed to me for ages, it all got me to where I am now, the life that I almost planned out for myself, only better. And I started thinking, everyday makes an impact in my life, I just need to take things at a certain pace- one step at a time.