Between Regular Life and The Path Less Taken

I took the latter. I’m struggling, but was it worth it?

Photo by George Bakos on Unsplash

When I left Singapore to marry my best friend, it was more than love that motivated me. When I left, I chose a path of self-discovery.

I never found what I wanted in Singapore. To me, it was too busy and uninspiring. I’m not inclined towards materialism. What I wanted wasn’t offered in that highly efficient country, or so I thought.

But I knew with certainty that if I stayed there, I’ll be living the way most were. I would get a flat and work to pay it off while saving for retirement. All the while dreading Mondays, looking forward to Fridays, and devoting the best hours of my life to the company of my choosing.

I would be bitching about work and craving vacations, and be too tired after work to do inspiring shit. So I’d buy useless things and dine out often to distract myself, as I waited for life to pass.

Nothing wrong with that. Really. I just don’t jive with it.

In fact, I even enjoyed my work in healthcare. It wasn’t a bullshit job. I was making a proper contribution to society by doing the most basic tasks in eye research. I should be happy and content. But I wasn’t.