What Does It Take to be a Hero?

August 25 is the National Heroes Day in the Philippines. This holiday honors the Filipinos who have made a significant difference in the country throughout the years. Although, most heroes are known for their efforts in resisting foreign colonizers such as Spain, the United States, and Japan.

Since we no longer have colonizers and we are not in a state of war, how can we become contemporary heroes? In this article, we’ll explore several ways to become heroes in our own right.

As yuppies, we are busy with work (what else), with partying after work, and some of us are busy in supporting families: siblings going to College or parents with illness. Overseas Filipino Workers are already considered “Bagong Bayani” (New Heroes) because of their sacrifices and because of the money they are sending to the country. For several years now, they’ve been greatly contributing to the GNP and financial records of the country.

How about the rest of us?

Here are several tips on how we can become heroes.


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A Letter to my 21-year old self (Chronicles of a corporate employee)

Note from Mighty: Hey yuppies, I’d like to welcome Randy Jay Burgos as one of our contributors. He’s been featured in our podcast in episode 005. Go ahead and listen to that episode to learn more about him. Awesome guy, who’s working in Malaysia right now. Welcome to the blog Randy!



Dear Randy.

Hello there, young man!

A few days ago, you celebrated your 21st birthday, a boy’s age of true manhood, as society often says. From this point onward, whatever you do with your life will greatly influence WHO I AM NOW. Yes, I am your 31 year old self, and I am going to tell you what is about to happen in the next 10 years of your life.

I know you have so much fear in your heart: fear of the unknown, fear of your future and of what is yet to come. But do not be afraid. Instead, hold on to these verse, because you will see it being fulfilled.

“Oh taste and see that the Lord is good, blessed is the man who trusts in Him” — Psalms 34:8

For the Lord God is a sun and shield; the Lord bestows favor and honor; no good thing does he withhold from those whose walk is blameless. — Psalms 84:11

But first, let me tell you that I acknowledge your fears. They are real. I am aware that after 18 months of being paid below minimum wage by the company which absorbed you from OJT (your first job), you were fired. You went through 7 months of being unemployed right after. Those  frustrating  months revealed how hard it is to get a decent job because most companies are looking for graduates of 4-year courses and recognized universities. While you only finished a 3-year Vocational course.

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My Yuppie Story 4: The Cloverleaf of Dreams: Going Back to Manila

I graduated with a degree of BA Political Science from the University of the Philippines, Diliman, back in 2003. I started working in June 2003. That means, I’ve been in the workforce for 11 years. So, I decided to look back at my yuppie story and share it through this blog. This can be a pretty long series, so I hope you join me in this ride.

Part 1 is here: Into the Unknown
Part 2 is here: Into the Province
Part 3 is here: First Job, First Salary, First Phone, and Other Firsts

In the quiet town of San Manuel, Isabela, nobody could hear the anxious screaming inside my head. At times, I couldn’t even hear them, myself.

After resigning from my teaching job by April 2004, I looked at several opportunities in the province. My father, who was assigned to a church in Quezon City offered to take me with him. I’ll have a house to stay in, food, and a couple of other amenities if I agreed.

I told him no.

I thought I could easily find a job in our province. But towards the Christmas season of 2004, my prospects of landing a job was getting dimmer and dimmer by the minute.

Waiting for some calls.

My friend, Angel, who was working at the DILG Region 2 office prompted me to apply at two government offices in Tuguegarao, Cagayan–at the National Economic Development Authority, and Department of Interior and Local Government.

I took the exams and passed. With good results, if I might add.


But the call for interview never came.

After some months of waiting, I decided to try another avenue. I applied as College instructor at two campuses of our State University. Did my teaching demo and had some interviews.

In both cases, I knew that I performed well in the exams, in the demo teaching, and even in projecting a confident and competent professional. I’m a UP graduate, after all.

So I waited, and waited… and waited some more.

In the lull moments that I was waiting, I had to keep myself sane. Good thing, we had cable TV! I watched a lot of documentaries on Discovery, some movies on HBO, and Star Chinese movies.

Yup. Star Chinese.

I mastered the art of reading sub-titles while totally enjoying the unfolding scene before. Truth is, I already watched Shaolin Soccer even before it was shown in Philippine theaters.


Thanks to my mother, I didn’t need to worry about the food I’ll eat, and other stuff I needed.

I did some odd jobs, like editing documents and silk screen printing of t-shirts for some friends I knew. Because I had a computer I also accepted some lay-outing and printing jobs.

Because of my church involvement, I also helped out in our youth ministry. So, I needed additional money to cover my fare when I went visiting churches and places for youth events.

Boy, was it difficult!

All those time, self-doubt assailed me. And that cynical voice within me kept telling me this was all a mistake.

Should I hold out and wait for the calls that would tell me I got accepted for a job in the province?

Was it time to throw in the towel and seek greener pastures back in the big city?

Decisions, Decisions

My mother and brother went to Quezon City to celebrate Christmas with my father, and my sister and her husband. I was left behind. Being an officer in our church youth organization that covers half the province of Isabela, I had to attend two Christmas camps. It was fun. But it was definitely a lonely way to celebrate Christmas. I swore to never do it ever again.

During those camps, I had conversations with friends about my plans, my employment, and what I wanted to do with my life.

When you’re in your early twenties, people generally expect you to start something that could potentially last for the rest of your life.

I was 22 at the time. If I based my life based on my parents’ timeline, I would be married by age 24, I would have my first child by age 25.

What the heck? I didn’t even have a girlfriend by that time.

And so the questions came. Not just from many people. The anxious voices within me kept screaming, and I badly wanted to silence them.

The clincher, though, came in January 2005.

My mother and I talked.

About family, and helping out financially. My sister and her husband haven’t graduated by this time. My mother’s income was enough for her, my brother and I. I wasn’t contributing anything to the family finances at all. She also reminded me that I was a UP graduate. That I deserved something better than staying at home all day.

It wasn’t exactly a slap in the face. I understood her concern–for me, and for our family.

And so, that evening, I texted Ian, one of my best buddies in College. Good thing, he had a friend, Ken, who worked as a training officer in a call center, and their company is hiring.

See, the best way to look for a job is to ask for referrals from friends. But then, that also meant that I better made sure I performed well in the company. But I digress.

So I got to work. I updated my resume, got a 2×2 ID picture, sent my resume, and hoped for the best. But I also wanted to cover my bases. That’s why I also updated my Jobstreet.com.ph.

That same week, I packed my bags, got myself a bus ticket going back to Manila.

When I graduated from College, I knew for certain that I’d be in Isabela to make a difference, to change the world, even. Read about that here.

But a year and a half after, I had to swallow my words, admit some kind of defeat and go back to where most of my batchmates decided to make a living.

Was it only about making a living?

Applying to a call center was the farthest thing in my mind. But that was a quick solution to my predicament. I needed a job and soon!

So I found myself boarding a bus once again–but this time, I was back where I started from. I had to go back to Manila.

At the Cloverleaf of Dreams

Normally, I could sleep in a provincial bus the moment my back meets the reclining seat. But no matter how I tried to sleep in the bus that night, I just couldn’t. My eyes were closed but my mind was wide awake, listening to the questions, trying to understand my directions.

Where did my plans go? So much for idealism.

Is this how the real world works? Does this mean shelving my dream of making a difference in the world?

After a long journey through the night, I circled the cloverleaf and my bus entered EDSA at Balintawak, together with the trucks and vans that delivered fruits, vegetables, and meat at the Balintawak market.

It was early in the morning and traffic was bad.

And I wondered if my career was also stuck because I refused to move or because I didn’t know where I was going.

My Yuppie Story 3 – First Job, First Salary, First Phone, and Other Firsts

I graduated with a degree of BA Political Science from the University of the Philippines, Diliman, back in 2003. I started working in June 2003. That means, I’ve been in the workforce for 11 years. So, I decided to look back at my yuppie story and share it through this blog. This can be a pretty long series, so I hope you join me in this ride.

Part 1 is here: Into the Unknown
Part 2 is here: Into the Province

Three weeks after I went home from Quezon City, a lot of my boxes sat unopened in my room in San Mateo, Isabela. I was still high with idealism: I’m going to change the world. And I’ll start in that town, somehow.

Beyond that vague feeling, however, I had no idea what I would be doing next.

Still, it felt good to be home. (Cue music: Home by Daughtry)

Mama’s cooking is definitely miles ahead of anything that Jollibee or UP’s Lutong Bahay could offer me. My younger brother, who was then in Grade 2, was always there for me to tickle and play with. Papa was very busy with church work, but he was a strong and steady presence in my life at that stage that I was figuring out what I wanted to do.

Writing Down My Plans

Back in my second semester in College, I decided to keep a journal. I realized the importance of doing that, thanks to my Comm 1 teacher who “coerced” us to write 5 pages of loose leaf paper daily! I hated her that first semester. But after that sem, I changed my mind and thanked her, instead. (But that’s another story for another time.)

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My Yuppie Story 2 – Into the Province to Change the World, Or So I Thought

I graduated with a degree of BA Political Science from the University of the Philippines, Diliman, back in 2003. I started working in June 2003. That means, I’ve been in the workforce for 11 years. So, I decided to look back at my yuppie story and share it through this blog. This can be a pretty long series, so I hope you join me in this ride.

Part 1 is here: Into the Unknown

UP College of LawAs early as my second year in College, I knew that Law School wasn’t for me. My personality and temperament didn’t suit it. Besides I heard a joke somewhere that there was only one slot for lawyers in heaven and somebody has probably beaten me to it.

I told that joke to some of my classmates. They didn’t buy it. After all, most of them already knew what they wanted to do after College graduation. It was easy, really. Go to Law School. A lot of them already took and passed the UP Law Aptitude Exam. Those who didn’t, planned to go to San Beda. Still, there are those who planned to go elsewhere then try their luck at the LAE again after a year or so.

But that didn’t prevent me from at least trying my hand at the UP LAE. Towards the end of 2002, I filed my application for UP LAE, although it was already late. I had to know for sure if I had any chance of taking law. Problem is, I was halfhearted in taking it. Not surprisingly, I didn’t pass.

The door to Law as a career closed forever in my mind.

Decisions, Decisions, Decisions

After graduation, while packing my clothes and putting my books into boxes, I found myself considering my options.

If I stayed in Manila and looked for a job, I had a better chance of landing a job that pays well. I’m from UP Diliman, after all. Yeah, we’re mayabang like that.

But what kind of job?

You know the problem with BA Political Science?

If you don’t proceed to take up Law, or get into policy and politics-related work. It is a pretty useless degree.

Don’t get me wrong. The training I had in terms of research, recitation, and even the defense of my ideas in class do matter. But it is not a one-track degree. Unlike Computer Science, Engineering, or Accountancy, it’s difficult to know what type of job you’ll do with a degree like mine.

In the lull periods between last minute reunion with friends and endlessly chatting about our options, I knew that I wanted to change the world. It was nothing earth-shaking, really.

The plan was simple. Go back to our province, make my mark and change the world.

I’m not really an activist. I joined a rally only once when I was a freshman. My desire to help change the world stems from the perspective of faith. I am a Christian and helping others is an expression of that faith.

Becoming rich and aiming for lots of money just didn’t occur to me at that point. Thankfully, my sister was studying at the Polytechnic University of the Philippines. There was no pressure for me to help out with the family finances.

Unemployed, but not for Long

I bid goodbye to my University and Quezon City, which became my home for the past four years. I’ll miss a lot of things — isaw, fishball, the pot-pot monay with a small piece of cheese inside, the hallowed halls of A.S. aka Palma Hall, the afternoon walks at Sunken Garden, late night stay at the UP Main Library, and most of all, friends and acquaintances who made college life bearable and fun.

Thankfully, mobile phone usage was on the rise and Friendster was on the rise. Somehow, it was easier to keep in touch with friends. But I knew, too, that my friends would pursue their own goals and calling in life. Back then, I thought that it would be years before I saw them again.

As I boarded my bus bound for San Mateo, Isabela early in May 2003, I remembered a friend of mine complain about our identity as new graduates: “We’re no longer students preparing for the labor force. We’re not employed, too? So what are we? We’re unemployed.”

I was unemployed. I didn’t know what kind of job awaited me back home. But I knew that I’m gonna use my training and make a difference in the world.

And so, as the bus moved out into EDSA and into the North Luzon Expressway, I closed my eyes and anticipated the trip through the mountains of Nueva Ecija and Nueva Vizcaya, and into the valley and endless rice fields.

I’m going home.

My Yuppie Story 1 – Into the Unknown: Graduation Blues

I graduated with a degree of BA Political Science from the University of the Philippines, Diliman, back in 2003. I started working in June 2003. That means, I’ve been in the workforce for 11 years. So, I decided to look back at my yuppie story and share it through this blog. This can be a pretty long series, so I hope you join me in this ride.

As a Political Science student at UP Diliman from 1999-2003, I amassed hundreds of pages of photocopied books, journal articles, and other readings for my subjects. This was several years before the iPhone, or the iPad, and the powerful laptop computers. Facebook was still a fledgling project of a would-be Harvard University dropout.

I remember our org-mate Ackey who laughed maniacally as he burned his photocopied readings one by one. At least, that’s the story he told us. He was obviously relieved that he no longer had to camp at the UP library. No more sleepless nights just to cram one paper after another. No more Rizal readings, no more exam preparations and certainly no more terror Professors.

But that was the world I knew. The world of ideas, of countless readings, of pounding at the keyboard trying to translates thoughts into words, words into paragraphs, and paragraphs into our grand contribution to this body of knowledge.

Who was I kidding?


Thankfully, my degree didn’t really require a thesis project. All we needed was a thesis proposal. And boy, was it difficult. On that last semester of my stay in UP Diliman, I contemplated filing for a Leave of Absense, not once but multiple times! I thought I’d never graduate that sem.

Graduating on Time

And I needed to graduate on time.

That was why I didn’t shift to Creative Writing on my third year in UP. You see, I fell in love with poetry, with Tolkien’s Middle Earth universe, and countless other books. I wanted to write beautiful stories, too.

Alas, I also had an agreement with my parents; a contract, if you would. I had to complete my degree within four years.

Our family wasn’t wealthy. Far from it. My mother was, and still is, a Public High School teacher–a stereotypical one, if you don’t mind me saying. She didn’t sell tocinos or vinegars and the likes, but she was riddled with all sorts of loans. My father is a preacher, and he doesn’t really receive a lot of money.

By the way, I’m also a certified Promdi: prom di province. Going to UP was the only way for me to complete a college degree in Metro Manila. When I was in college, tuition fee in UP was still P300 per unit. We ended up paying around 6,000 to 8,000 per semester in tuition and other fees. Add to that my boarding house and my allowances, and it was definitely a struggle for us.

My sister got accepted at Polytechnic University of the Philippines in Sta Mesa, so that was another blessing. It made college more affordable for us.

But still, family income was barely enough to cover all our expenses. As the eldest child, I knew that I needed to help out with our family finances.

So there, I couldn’t afford to file a Leave of Absence. I had to complete my studies and get my degree.

Not an A-Lister

I was an average student. Maybe even below average. Not that I was lacking in intellectual rigor or interest in academic stuff.

Maybe I was just interested in other things.

Give me a Fantasy book and I’ll stay up and devour it in three days or late. Give me a chapter of Political Science reading, and I’ll find ways to procrastinate, dally around, clean my closet, and play Battle Realms or Baldur’s Gate II just to avoid it. Except, maybe, if the PolSci reading was all about Gramsci, whose story and ideas fascinated me. Even back then, I tend to be one of those “Suplado sa personal” types. LOL.

In one of my PolSci classes with Prof Tinio, I believe it was, we were divided into groups and had a group quiz about that particular reading. A pretty classmate didn’t read the assigned reading so I ended up answering much of the questions. She was so thankful for me that she hugged me even though we weren’t even close. I mean, we weren’t even on speaking level.

But yeah, I wasn’t a PolSci A-lister. My grades are as colorful as they could get. I got every imaginable grade there was. I probably deserved them, too.

Well, maybe not all of them. I certainly didn’t deserve the 1.25 grade I got for ROTC. I probably deserved a 3 or something.

Perseverance Pays Off

Since I didn’t have the option to transfer to another degree program. Neither did I have the option to file for a Leave of Absence. I probably had the option to go AWOL. But under the circumstances, I didn’t know how to feed myself or pay for my boarding house, if I did that.

So I had to place one foot after another. Drink one cup of coffee after another. Burn the proverbial midnight candle just to complete my thesis proposal and turn in all my other degree requirements.

Towards the end of the sem, my parents sent me money to pay for the graduation dues, including the money for my Graduation picture, my College ring and for the yearbook, too.

By the way, CSSP Batch 2003, what happened to our yearbook? Did it simply disappear into the nether?

So, towards the end of March 2003, I knew for sure that I would graduate. With that certainty came the one dreaded question for most graduates, So What’s Next?

I had a month to think about it before our graduation and before I went back to our province.

A Slap in the Face

Most of my block-mates attended only the College Graduation Commencement Exercises. They didn’t bother with the University Graduation. For a lot of them, only cum laudes bother with the full UP grad. Cum laude or not, I decided to attend the full UP Grad. I’m a UP graduate and I deserve to feel the send off of my beloved University.

I had my sablay (you know, that piece of cloth that new graduates hang on their shoulders), and my parents bought a barong for me. My very own barong! Throughout College, I never remembered wearing a barong. Heck, I don’t even remember wearing black shoes while I was in college. Combat boots don’t count! I had my trusty brown steel toe shoes, a couple of cheapo sneakers, and my tsinelas. Nope, they’re not flip flops. They’re my tsinelas. (Which reminds me of a song by some rap artists back then: “Ang aking tsinelas, hindi nadudulas…)

There was only a handful of us in the area for Political Science students under the College of Social Sciences and Philosophy. Besides, the Summa cum Laude who was delivering the Valedictory Speech was from our Department. Yay! (For some reasons, after graduation, he went to La Salle and took a degree in Accountancy.)

I saw several familiar faces there, thankfully–some blockmates, and a couple of classmates.


Then I saw one particular classmate, Atheni. She came over.

“Hey Mighty,” she said, “kumusta? Ano cum laude ka?”

“Ako? Asa pa.” I replied with a chuckle.

“Ikaw talaga,” she said, “kung gusto mo lang, kaya mo naman eh.”

I smiled back at her.

Or at least I tried to. But I felt a metaphorical slap to my face.


Thing is, she was totally right.

I wasn’t an A-lister, right? So I didn’t really have any expectation about becoming a cum laude. But why did it still sting?

I recovered quickly and congratulated her for being a cum laude. With a pensive mood, I lined up at the processional area to wait for the program to start.

So What’s Next?

While waiting for the processional, that chance for us to march and go to our seats, my batch mates and I turned to the topic of graduation and what the future brings. Some of us contemplated going into government work, others wanted to go to the private sector, earn money, help family, have a good time, that sort of stuff.

Those were the early years of the BPO industry in the Philippines. It was a booming industry and while the lure of money was strong, a lot of us, me included, didn’t want to become part of it. I remember saying that I’m gonna use my UP training to good use and not for some mere “call center.”

I didn’t know that I would end up eating my very own words a couple of years later.

And then the graduation march began.

Under the heat of the sun, in the Amphitheater of UP Diliman, with the Oblation ahead of us, I found myself marching with a host of new UP graduates, eager to take our place in the wider world beyond the hallowed halls of the University of the Philippines.

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4 Reasons Why You Should Rent an Apartment Closer to Your Workplace

Back in 2011, I considered going back to a corporate job. But thankfully, I got stuck in traffic from Quezon City to Makati for 2 friggin hours! So, I told myself, “if this is what I have to go through daily, then I’d rather not go back to a corporate job.”

Thankfully, my job allows me to work from home, so that’s a real blessing (but more about that in a separate post). That’s why I don’t commute a lot. If I can help it, I’d like to limit my activities to places where there are LRT1 stations nearby. If I bring my car, I want meetings to be held within 10 kilometers of my house. But twice a month, I do a co-hosting stint at Family Matters: a radio program at 702 DZAS.

If you’re a yuppie, then you know EDSA, MRT, buses, and traffic like the back of your hand. You spend 8 hours per day in the office, 9 if you included the one-hour lunch break. But what if your office is in Makati and you’re residing in Bulacan? Or Laguna? Or Marikina?


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Should you be worried that you still don’t know what you really want to do?

In the past few months, I’ve had several conversations with younger friends, most of them fresh out of college who are uncertain about what they really want to do in life.

One of them had been featured in our podcast actually. In the Happy Yuppie Podcast episode #004, Ace told the story of how she compared herself to her peers who were making more money and were having the things she wanted for herself. Listen to the story and learn how she got lost and stuck in this quagmire called quarter-life crisis.

I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For

Here’s a song for y’all young people who have yet to find out what you really want in life. It’s a U2 original but covered by one of my fave metal bands, Disturbed.

Resigning from Work, Next Destination: Unknown

Then just last month, Jhayr, a friend of me, told me about his plans not to renew his contract with the DSWD after working there for three years. Although his boss didn’t want to let him go, he felt that three years had been long enough in that line of work. As of this time, he feels called to work full time in remote areas and places while he’s still young.

Take note that Jhayr is very passionate about reaching out to the poor and the marginalized. And this is an outgrowth of his faith.

And so I told him:

“you know, that’s okay. Actually, your 20’s is the best time to accumulate as much experience as possible. Then slow down a little bit and be more definite in your direction towards your late 20’s and early 30’s.”

And he replied: “Masyado na akong nasa comfort zone kuya. Di ko alam kung abnormal ako.”

Probably, a lot of us, yuppies, feel that way–whether in our early twenties or early thirties. Heck, probably even those in their 40’s can still relate with this. But, really, it’s not abnormal. In fact, it may be becoming the new normal.


I also have another friend, Bibang, whom I called a “serial volunteer” at one time, because after working for a Christian media company two years ago, she ended up doing volunteer work that took her to different places in the Philippines. One recent experience of hers is serving with the First Response Radio, which brought crucial information to people affected by Typhoon Haiyan.

Really, if you’re in your twenties, you shouldn’t be too worried about your path. If you’re in your thirties or forties and you still don’t know, then you should probably be worried!

Here’s a great reminder from that poet Ma. Rainer Rilke:

“I beg you, to have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don’t search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer.”

A kind of restlessness for our generation

And you may be able to relate with my last text to Jhayr:

“Okay lang yan. There’s a kind of restlessness sa generation ngayon. A desire to help and make a difference at mahirap ma-box-in. Ang kelangan mo lang eh mabalanse yung long term plans mo and sustaining your life, pati na nung magiging wife at family mo… at malamang may balak kang mag-asawa no?”

The challenge for you now is to live an exciting life, pursue your passion, and engage the world.

Of course, along the way, your passion won’t be enough, and even the desire to make the world a better place won’t be enough. You will also need to figure out a way to sustain your life.

Have you found what you really, really want to do with your life? 

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18 Ways to Rediscover and Recapture Your Passion

It all starts with passion. Oftentimes, we are not aware of what we love doing. What makes you tick? What keeps you going and going like the Energizer Bunny? If you realize your passion, you become a dangerous person—you might just turn the world upside down!

Here are the eighteen ways for you to rediscover and recapture your passion.

1. Get a journal and chronicle what you think about for a whole day. Our thoughts reveal our interests and the things that we care about. If you jot down your thoughts, especially those that you keep going back to.

2. Take a look at the kinds of books in your shelf. What do you like to read? Is there a recurring topic or a pattern that emerge from your book collection?

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Still Five More Life Lessons I learned after College Graduation

This is the last installment of the Life Lessons I Learned after college Graduation series. Check out Part 1 here and Part 2 here. It’s not quite easy to put these down on paper. But I sure hope you pick up a lesson or two. Or maybe all 25! 🙂

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And if you also have some life lessons after College, do share them in the comments below. 🙂

I need milestones for my life. One of my favorite poems is “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” by T.S. Eliot. There’s a line in that poem that says: “I have measured out my life with coffee spoons”. Since I love coffee so much, then that line might as well be my mantra. If I use coffee spoons as the measure of my life, then I am a very rich man indeed because I drink coffee (home made and not some expensive coffee from a shop that starts with S.) at least twice a day. 😀

But really, I need milestones (or KM posts) for my life. A way to measure my journey through life. And yes, I’m glad to say that I know what I want to do with my life, and I know how to measure my life.

Choose ONE Major Pursuit. My interests are very diverse. Just take a look at my bookshelves and you’ll see works by sociologists such as Erich Fromm, business books, a guitar book manual, Science Fiction and Fantasy, and a couple of religious books. That pretty much shows my diverse interests. Although I haven’t fully learned this lesson yet, it really pays to choose ONE major pursuit, instead of multi-tasking several different ones. Continue reading