![Time is funny. Three weeks ago, I was on my couch eating takeout chicken in my new apartment, rewatching a movie for the fourth time, sipping on a can of Coke Zero. In that moment, I thought: life is simple, life is good, and I am happy.Flashback six years ago to an epic road trip through the South of France with family and an ex. We cranked up the stereo, dancing to songs we didnt understand. I glimpsed him laughing as he drove our rental car, sunlight painting his smile, and I thought: right now, life is simple, life is good, and I am happy.Eight months ago, I celebrated my birthday sharing a chicken jalapeño sandwich at 2 AM in a guy’s pickup truck. He kissed my hand, whispering he had been searching for this moment his whole life. We dont talk anymore, but in that moment, I felt it again: life is simple, life is good, and I am happy.Twelve years ago, I got into Nursing School (Who knew I’d become a comedian?).Seven years back, I landed a job as a writer for the Philippines’ top fashion magazine, dreaming of being editor-in-chief (two years later, I resigned).Five years ago, I opened a co-working space in QC, inviting friends to our grand opening (it closed a year later).In those moments, I always thought: life was simple, life was good, and I was happy.Now, Im wandering the streets of Athens alone, without a GPS or map, searching for a restaurant my friend swore serves the best chicken wraps.Lost? Maybe. Exhausted? Certainly. Alone? Not quite.Then I spot it—a cozy nook with an empty table just waiting for me.I settle in, order my chicken wrap and a cold Coke Zero, and let my eyes wander as locals bustle about, living their lives. They’re strangers I’ll never see again, but for a moment, I catch a glimpse of their world.After finishing my wrap, I ponder—Maybe life isnt that simple.Perhaps happiness shouldn’t be the ultimate goal.Life is messy yet it flows; it’s a blend of fun and sorrow, tragedy and beauty. A silly contradiction.Like time, life’s a paradox. You never know what’ll happen next, and it often doesn’t make sense until, in a flash, it does. Perhaps… these twists and turns make the journey worthwhile?]()
Time is funny. Three weeks ago, I was on my couch eating takeout chicken in my new apartment, rewatching a movie for the fourth time, sipping on a can of Coke Zero. In that moment, I thought: life is simple, life is good, and I am happy.
Flashback six years ago to an epic road trip through the South of France with family and an ex. We cranked up the stereo, dancing to songs we didnt understand. I glimpsed him laughing as he drove our rental car, sunlight painting his smile, and I thought: right now, life is simple, life is good, and I am happy.
Eight months ago, I celebrated my birthday sharing a chicken jalapeño sandwich at 2 AM in a guy’s pickup truck. He kissed my hand, whispering he had been searching for this moment his whole life. We dont talk anymore, but in that moment, I felt it again: life is simple, life is good, and I am happy.
Twelve years ago, I got into Nursing School (Who knew I’d become a comedian?).
Seven years back, I landed a job as a writer for the Philippines’ top fashion magazine, dreaming of being editor-in-chief (two years later, I resigned).
Five years ago, I opened a co-working space in QC, inviting friends to our grand opening (it closed a year later).
In those moments, I always thought: life was simple, life was good, and I was happy.
Now, Im wandering the streets of Athens alone, without a GPS or map, searching for a restaurant my friend swore serves the best chicken wraps.
Lost? Maybe. Exhausted? Certainly. Alone? Not quite.
Then I spot it—a cozy nook with an empty table just waiting for me.
I settle in, order my chicken wrap and a cold Coke Zero, and let my eyes wander as locals bustle about, living their lives. They’re strangers I’ll never see again, but for a moment, I catch a glimpse of their world.
After finishing my wrap, I ponder—
Maybe life isnt that simple.
Perhaps happiness shouldn’t be the ultimate goal.
Life is messy yet it flows; it’s a blend of fun and sorrow, tragedy and beauty. A silly contradiction.
Like time, life’s a paradox. You never know what’ll happen next, and it often doesn’t make sense until, in a flash, it does. Perhaps… these twists and turns make the journey worthwhile?
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