I was scheduled to do the weekend shift this week so I had Thursday and Friday off. On my two days off, although I kept thinking to myself that I should be making up for my lost weekend by doing something, I ended up staying indoors and playing video games for both days, the whole day. In between that, I napped and killed time by mindlessly browsing the Internet.

I was feeling that I might have wasted my two days off but at the same time, is it really wasted when I was perfectly contented? In general, this seems to be the way I’m feeling towards my life and career.

Long ago, I’ve recognised that I don’t have the ambition and drive to achieve something just for the sake of achievement. It is expected for people to continually climb the career ladder for more money and responsibility. But I don’t feel the incessant need to do so even though both things are fulfilling to most people. I will only go for something when I feel I’m ready for it. I don’t force a schedule onto myself.

I don’t have a list of things to do before I turn such and such age, and I don’t have places to see and things to eat before I die. I don’t have a bucket list because I don’t measure the worth of my life with milestones.

I do measure it though with the personal relationships that I have in my life. And right now, it’s pretty damn good. Maybe that’s why I’m feeling so contented when common perception is that I can and should be doing more with my life.

p.s. I made up for the lost weekend by going out on Saturday night and having myself an awfully good time but the two tequila shots at the end of it was two tequila shots too many.

Sunday morning at work, rocking the hair
that’s leftover from Saturday night