What is My Calling?

I'm almost 23 years old, but until now I still don't know what I really want to be in life. I still haven't figured out what is my calling. I felt so left behind, and it's one of the not very nice feelings in the world.

When I was younger, I have thought of many things of what I would be when I grow up. At first I wanted to become a teacher, then another year passed and I wanted to be a lawyer, then another year passed, I wanted to be a chef, and then another and another and another. It seems like every year, my desires of what to become is changing.

Too Crowded

Been here in Manila for months already and I can tell that I am still not used to the traffic, the pollution, and especially the crowd. Manila is just too different from the province. It's just too noisy, but it's also fun (and scary, sometimes).

I still miss the peacefulness of the province but, in the name of career and being an independent woman, I have to embrace Manila wholeheartedly.

So anyway, I went to Baclaran Church (National Shrine of Our Mother of Perpetual Help) to attend the mass and light some candles afterwards. After attending the mass, I decided to take the LRT (Light Rail Transit) on my way home. It was so crowded on my way to the station from the church. I forgot it was Wednesday. No wonder there were so many devotees attending the mass.