Lately, it seems like life has been constantly pointing me towards the path I've been dreaming of — one I'm now so close to, but have diverted away from. 

A long time ago, we bonded over our dreams and our thirst to succeed. Now, the colleagues-turned-friends I used share my dreams with have since all moved on to chase their dreams. Some relocated, some started their own business, some freelancing while travelling. And as always, I was plurge with a palpable sense of guilt amid our conversations.

They walked the talk — a lot of them sacrificed something close to their hearts for their ambitions, the most common being time with their family and love. Meeting up with my Taiwanese friends always reminded me of how brave they are, how they never let distance, time or money hinder them, and how my cowardice got the better of me.

I wrote, almost two years ago, about giving up my full time job to go back to further studies for a chance to work aboard. Things have largely changed now and while my heart is still someplace else, I made the painful decision to stay. That being said, there will always be a pang of jealousy paired with a lingering question — did I make the right choice — even many years down the road. I don't know for sure, but I hope I did.