I'm always on the move. But for some reason, I wanted to have my own place. The one place I can call, "my home". A place where after all the travels and movements I've done, I can go home and take a rest and be comfortable at.
A condo, townhouse, house and lot, or even lot will do. I know I don't have the capacity yet to have one but I hope and pray the soon, I'll have one.
First step, find a better opportunity. I'm not sure if corporate world is really for me. Or I should take a leap of faith and start my own business. Or take a risk and explore a country without anything to begin with.
Second step, continue existing investments and savings.
Third step, start my own business and have my own place.
*sigh* Why living is difficult? I love challenges but only in work. I couldn't imagine myself facing continuous challenges in life then losing hope in between.
I don't know. Full of uncertainties. Sometimes, I feel like I wanted to end everything and just stop exerting efforts. Maybe I'm tired? Or maybe I'm already bored?
Quarter life crisis, isn't?
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