chaka chaka

feels like i’ve reached one of those milestones that everyone has at some point in their lives. wondering what to do with my life. in fact, i’ve still not figured out what it is exactly that i want. i have no plans to stay in advertising forever. most of my family could (and still are) but i wonder if it was by choice or the lack of.

sure, i want to do something great. who doesn’t? but it doesn’t help when i haven’t defined it. no, i do not want to write the next malaysian novel based in a quaint little mining town or some horrible adolescent trash masquerading as child prodigy literature. i just want to do something that i will look back on and think “now holy shit, that was awesome, wasn’t it?” what is success? is it to be rolling in dough, supporting my family? winning international awards? getting married and settling down?

there must be other things out there to do but for some reason i’m stumped. what else can i do? i write ads, think of ideas to sell stuff, build brands, create awareness. and then we reach the end of the road. what else do i know how to do?

i don’t know.