Prologue

How do you rate success exactly? By the amount of zeroes in your bank account? Recognition that you are getting from a bunch of strangers that probably doesn’t mean a thing in your life? Or by appreciating the amount of endorphins that you are releasing every day?

These thoughts always magically wander about after a long and stressful work day. How is one considered to be successful? Sometimes people tend to tell, you gotta be like Mark Zuckerberg, Bill Gates, Steve Jobs, Donald Trump and the list goes on and on. These are the success stories that we all know. How about my own success story? Will I have one? Why am still floating around like a piece of log waiting to be either submerged when I reached the deeper sea or to be carried by the waves to the shore?

I envy those who have aims in their life. Those who can come up with a list of resolutions every New Year and strike it off at the end of the year. I am totally the kind that reflects the quotes in “9GAG” saying:  This year resolution is to fulfill last year’s resolution which is also the resolution from the year before and so forth. Darn, I have lived for 25 and soon to be 26 years of life and nothing exciting has ever happened. Jennifer Lawrence is the same age as me and she has already got three golden globe under her sleeves. Evan Spiegel also born in 1990, founded Snapchat and now has Miranda Kerr (Ex-wife of Orlando Bloom and is a 32 years old) hanging around his arm. What the hell exactly is wrong with me or maybe many of us? People always says Gen-Y's are the slackers. Now are we really one? The traits that are branded to our forehead by all the generation of humans before us are: Self-Absorbed, Narcissistic, Spoilt and Pampered and trust me the list could go on and on.

Now, I am not trying to prove that Gen-Y aren’t like that. At least, I do know a few that aren’t but isn’t it harsh to generalize us, as in everyone born from the year 1990 onwards, to be just that? I believe we have more in us that anyone can imagine. At least, I do not wait to be spoon-fed by my mum anymore. I bought a house after one year into working life. I am permanently working in the same spot for a year plus now and are involved in some of the milestones achieved in my group. Not enough? Yeah probably not but looking back at my question at the start of this post.

I am not looking for excitement in terms of money and fame to rate my own success. I think I prefer to rate my success in quality of life which are mainly divided into two main factors: mentality and physicality. That’s it. I am coming out with a list of resolutions for 2016. I am serious. Nobody is allowed to laugh. I will make sure I strike off every single one of them from the list before 11:59:59 31^st December 2016. This blog is my coordinator and invigilator. I will stay true to my promise.

With dream,