Missed Directions

Someone asked me today what my goal in life was... I hesitated, not because I didn't have a goal already planned out, and not because I didn't want to share it out openly, but rather because... I forgot what it was.

I remembered stepping into my first day of work, convinced of the path I was going to take for at least the next 6 years of my life. The path was clear and promising: to achieve a balance of work, life, and health.

However, in the past year, my goals have been over-shadowed by events, good and bad. Sometimes work seems promising, and there's a glimmer of hope of its success, and all it needs is a little more time spent working, and less on friends and exercise. Then it starts to envelope me until i was consumed and obsessed, and forgot about my other priorities. When realisation sets in, i pull back, but by then, that balance has been broken.

That has repeated so often, eroding bit by bit my resolve to achieve that equilibrium... One year ahead, it has reached the point of near-oblivion in my mind, until that conversation today.

Work success is not everything. it should not consume the other aspects of my life. From now on, I will guard against this lapse diligently. I will work hard, but i will equally play hard as well. My work does not define me. Neither does my play. But rather, it's the mish-mash of dynamic equilibriums that shapes my life, molds my soul...