Dear college girl, when I look at where I am right now, I also look at you who didn’t know what you wanted back then. All you knew was that you liked to write but you hadn’t really thought about doing it for a living. After all, when writing was about 70% of all you did in college; you had crossed the road of loathing the routine. You thought it was exhausting to write – to conduct painstaking research and put your entire heart at the tip of a pen when it had recurrently robbed you of so much sleep.
When I look at where I am right now, you are still in the picture with a half-hearted smile. You’re still dressed in that neat white blouse and darker-than-navy-blue pleated skirt that I had last worn during the baccalaureate mass.
I heard your soft sigh brush against my ear when I recently re-read my 6-year-old time capsule. It turned out you wanted to be a novelist which came as a surprise, which was also sad because I have forgotten about it.
Dear college girl, sorry for underestimating you and for having forgotten our dream from way back. I did not become the writer you wanted to be but I became something else.
To keep up with the financial hurdles, I swam in uncharted water of sales. Then, I took a leap in marketing and have now ended up in events.
And the greatest revelation: Who could’ve told back then that I will get pregnant soon enough and be married?
Oftentimes, we are faced with the question of who holds us back more than anyone else. And with all truth, we must admit it is ourselves. And yet, we are the ones who decide to push ourselves forward; we are the ones who take a chance on little opportunities because we are also the ones who always believed first.
At one time, success meant high grades and a high-paying paying job enough to buy you material things. But then, time gave us another view that spoke of discovering things, approved vacation leaves, long weekends, having a balanced personal-work life, rearing a child well, caring, and being cared for.