Sometimes i wonder if i'm ever satisfied...

At work, i always thought it would be pretty flashy to get my own room and when i got it at this job, i wished i was in a common seating space where i can have colleagues around to chat with instead of using the office communicator.

When it comes to academics, i have obtained the degrees that i have set myself to. But when i got into the lift with people from the 25th floor where the interior architectural design firm is, i wondered if it's too late to pursue that timid childhood dream of mine.

On investments, when i sold the stocks at a 10% profit, i would wonder if the price would go up further and if it did, i would feel very awful about my forgone winnings albeit having already made 10%.

On friends, I reckon i have the world's best girl friends having done so much for and with each other and spent the time of our lives together but now I don't get to see most of them often enough.

When it comes to love, i have met the love of my life but when times were trying (esp having spent more time in a long-d), i wondered what it would have been like if i haven't gave this expected roller coaster ride a go.

On holiday, i'm the happiest. Nobody would care what family background, what careers or what religion i have. I don't need to carry a label and act like who i'm supposed to be. I could do star jumps anywhere and nobody would give a queer stare and even if they do, i wouldn't care. i could explore my limits and do things which i wouldn't have done when i'm in my comfort zone. It is where and when i can be most myself.

So why am i lamenting at a seemingly great life i have?

I don't want to end up having EVERYTHING but NOTHING in my heart...