When I was growing up, my mother used to accuse me of being anti-social and years later, I would flirt with an alternate me, someone who did listen to his mother, dumped those books and stepped out of the house into a world far better than the ones he read about.
But the truth is this, there isn't. And not for lack of trying which I did- the strippers, the drugs, 4-hour gym sessions, the dirty skanky sex, skinny jeans - (all true!) except that at the end of the day, life is what you've chosen and not what the world has chosen (or forced) for you.
And it's so easy to just give in- marriage (marrying for love is non-negotiable), career (above everything else), a 34-inch waistline (if you let yourself go, might as well jump off a cliff is my mantra).
And I truly, truly believe that those who don't are genuinely happier.
This is not some self-imposed exile because if it was, I would have taken down this blog as well; I wouldn't have felt the twinge of bittersweet joy that dear, old friends have taken the hint and looked outside of Facebook to find me (Pok, Ajie, Joost, New York is so overdue!); and that even as we aspire to leave our mark in the world, we need to remind ourselves that we already, actually have...