To Cair Paravel.
She is only 22, and has already been crowned as the youngest woman world squash champion.
I am 22, too, but I have had no significant achievements.
I have yet to change the world; yet to make any sort of useful contribution to the nation.
Heck, I even have trouble trying to correctly remember the many combinations of usernames and passwords – about six of them, some not set by me so I cannot really synchronise them all for my own convenience – that I use for work.
Anyway, age is not the issue here.
Rather, it is just that sometimes, you cannot help but re-evaluate yourself and see how far you have come, and how you have fared after all these years.
No one is going to stop and pull you out from the doldrums, to tell you what you can do to make your life more bearable. Neither is anyone going to stop you from heaving a blissful sigh should you be content with what you already have in your hands.
Some are willing to go to extremes to get what they want; they push themselves to excellence to achieve their destiny. Then there are others who would rather go with the flow, preferring to see what fate brings them.
One goes and grab; the other stays and wait.
This is a bit of a wake-up call, all right.
Carpe diem, people. There is nothing to lose, is there?
Right. So why do I still belong to the latter category?
On air now: Poor Places, Wilco