One Day, Five Years From Now

Music: Ask Me How I Am by Snow Patrol

One day you finally knew

what you had to do, and began,

though the voices around you

kept shouting

their bad advice—

though the whole house

began to tremble

and you felt the old tug

at your ankles.

"Mend my life!"

each voice cried.

But you didn't stop.

You knew what you had to do,

though the wind pried

with its stiff fingers

at the very foundations,

though their melancholy

was terrible.

It was already late

enough, and a wild night,

and the road full of fallen

branches and stones.

A friend asked me, "Where do you see yourself five years from now?"

The easiest answer is "I'll be five years older," but that's dry humor at its best, and probably not the most appropriate response to a serious (I think) question.

I guess I haven’t really thought about it a lot, which could either mean that a) I’ve been too busy with the present to pay attention to the future, or b) I don’t particularly care. Either reason is sad, and a little irresponsible, too.

And so, it got me thinking (which eventually led to a headache, but that’s a story for another day). My best friend Potch and used to talk about going into business—a café with a bookshoppe, or a bookshoppe with a café, or even without the café, really, just the bookshoppe will do—a couple of times. Except that we're both Literature majors, and although my mom is a superb businesswoman, I think I take after my dad more, and therefore will probably not be able to sustain the business without the help of people who know how to actually run it. But it's a thought that’s stayed in my mind for a while now, something I even discussed with my mom a few years back, and she’s supportive, really, so at least I’m sure we’ll have one regular customer?

And then I realize, I want to run a mini-library. No, seriously. For kids. Because although I'm technically bad with children, I want to give them youngsters a chance to experience the joys of reading while they’re still young. Especially in this day and age, when it’s so easy to be distracted with television, computer games, and the Internet. Because there’s a different kind of magic in holding an actual book and flipping through its pages, smelling the scent of paper and ink, that you can’t experience when reading an e-book using Kindle or an iPad (not that I’m against e-books, because I’m not). Perhaps that’s one of the reasons why I’ve been hording children’s books and YA novels for the past, oh, say, seven years? Of course, a community library sounds cool and ambitious, but I will need a good spot (the rent has to be reasonable, of course), and people who share the same vision, more or less. And money. Maybe in a few years. Somewhere in Marikina, perhaps, near our church. Or in Pasig. Hmm.

And then something theater-related. I once had this thought, just a passing fancy, really, of setting up a community theater, or a small theater school, for kids. But then I have to take an MA on theater arts first, and I don’t think that’s happening in the near future. Well, my sister has a degree in Education, so I can bully her into handling the teaching/academic side of things. Or something. But I think this is a dream that I really would want to work on—to train kids, help them mold their skills not only in acting, but in different fields as well. Something that can help them later on in life. Oh, wouldn’t that be awesome?

But, I think, what I really want to do, wherever five years from now finds me, is to be able to give back to the Lord. Whether it be by providing the best service one can have in our bookshoppe/café, or by providing kids with books that inspire (or mentally scar them for life, although I sincerely hope this would not be the case), or by training children to better prepare themselves for whatever dream they wish to pursue (and hone their acting skills, to boot). If by doing these little things, I can give glory to God, well, wouldn’t that be the most amazing thing ever?

Well, we’ll see in five years’ time then J

But little by little,

as you left their voices behind,

the stars began to burn

through the sheets of clouds,

and there was a new voice

which you slowly

recognized as your own,

that kept you company

as you strode deeper and deeper

into the world,

determined to do

the only thing you could do—

determined to save

the only life you could save.

–“The Journey,” Mary Oliver

how to survive quarter-life crisis with your sanity intact

Music: All I Ask of You from the Phantom of the Opera Soundtrack

I’ve seen twenty-five Novembers. Graduated from a prestigious university, switched jobs twice, and finally settled for a job that allows me to accept other projects on the side. I’ve read tons of books, written none, and taken on enough writing projects—whether it be a short story, a radio drama script, or a simple book review—to satisfy my usually-deflated ego. I’ve seen numerous plays, written scripts for some, and acted in a few. I’ve had one disastrous relationship, and am currently alone, while my batch mates are getting hitched left and right. And I have one question I’ve been trying to answer since I celebrated my 25th birthday: What is my purpose in life?

Quarter-life crisis. A phenomenon that inflicts a number of young professionals these days. It is similar to the mid-life crisis in the sense that the person who suffers from it usually asks questions like: What have I accomplished so far? What legacy will I leave when I die? Will people remember good or bad things about me, or will they remember me at all? But in a fast- paced world, where everything and anything is now for instant gratification, young people between the ages of 20 to 30 experience what their older counterparts took another twenty-five years to feel.

Why do young professionals suffer from this kind of crisis? And how does one stop it? I don’t know much about stopping its cause, because I for one am struggling with it as well, but I can give a few insights on the matter and hopefully give a few tips to lessen its blow, if not totally

remove it.

Wikipedia defines it as “a term applied to the period of life immediately following the major changes of adolescence, usually ranging from the early twenties to the early thirties.” Characteristics may include insecurity about present accomplishments, disappointment in one’s job, boredom of social interaction, and stress over finances. Young professionals with quarter-life crisis feel that everyone else is better than him or her, usually prompting feelings of incompetence, frustration, to downright depression. They have set expectations about how things will work after graduation, and then are overwhelmed about how tough the “real world” is. They get stressed to the point of burnout, and still not able to find meaning in what they’re doing. They find themselves with low-paying jobs that have nothing to do with their degree, living in their parents’ place instead of buying a house of their own, and generally not reaching their full potential because of their inability to adjust to a new workplace environment.

As a twenty-five-year-old young professional who also undergoes bouts of insecurity, I make it a point to steer away from quarter-life crisis by doing the following:

Find a new hobby. If you feel that life is becoming a dull cycle of frustration and stress, look for something new to do. Not only will it distract you from thinking about your so-called failures, but it may also let you discover a new talent you didn’t know you had before. And what better way to boost your morale than excelling in something you’re good at, right?

Bond with friends. Feeling blue? Have dinner or coffee with your best friend or barkada, and let them cheer you up. You can also talk to them about your current crisis and ask them for advice. If your friends are feeling down themselves, meeting up may be a good chance to lift each other up with words of encouragement. Just be careful that you don't fall into an "emo" session. There's nothing worse than a bunch of yuppies wallowing in self-pity together while downing bottles of warm beer and choking on unforgivable versions of Celine Dion and Shania Twain karaoke . . . or, heaven forbid, a drunk version of "My Way."

Take a breather. Most young professionals are burnt out with their jobs that they sometimes find themselves asking, “What am I even doing this for?” At the first sign of burnout, take the time to pause, inhale deeply, and relax. Go to a spa. Sing songs in a karaoke bar. (But get a VIP room. Don't let other people, other than your closest friends, suffer as well.) Eat in an eat-all-you-can restaurant. File for a vacation if needed be. Go to a retreat house somewhere up in the mountains. Or lounge at the beach and get sunburn. It’s better to take a few days off and then return feeling refreshed, than spending hours in overtime without getting any quality work done.

Volunteer. Some young professionals feel that their life is meaningless because they’re trapped in the vicious cycle of corporate life which appears to lead nowhere. Try volunteering for a foundation or a group that helps the least fortunate. Or round up your friends for a weekend trip to a health center or orphanage, and share your blessings with the sick and children. Get out of your comfort zone to reach out to the needy. You will surely feel better once you see their smiles and hear their warm thank you’s.

Pray. There’s no better reminder that you are important than talking to your Father and having him assure you that you are special, and that what you are doing in life is not a waste. Other people may not appreciate what you’re doing, or you yourself may question what your purpose in life is. But by talking to Him, you will be reassured that you do have a purpose, and that no matter how bad life gets, there’s still someone you could turn to.