Lately, I have been feeling a little insecure with my future. Often times I wonder what am I really good at? What is my one passion? What is it that I want to be? Or even, how good I want to be in say the next 10 to 15 years?

Currently, I can’t seem to think of a passion, the one thing that I want to pursue. OK, some people who know me might say, “Well you took journalism in college, aren’t you passionate about writing?” To answer that, I’d say, “Not really.”

I wasn’t born with ink in my blood. I wasn’t born with any talent at all, not that I know of. Why do I think so? Because up until now, no one has ever told me how wonderful of a writer I am, how talented of a painter, singer, designer or any other professions you know exist. I can’t really blame anyone though. They really don’t have any reason to give me such compliments because I have done zero brilliant accomplishment.

This afternoon, I watched Junior Master Chef Australia on Star World. You know what I immediately thought of? I thought, “Damn, when I was eight years old, the greatest thing I have ever done was being able to stand on my toes with my point shoes. Even then, I quit ballet and as much as I remember Plié, Pas de bourrée and Sissonne, I am as stiff as a French baguette now.”

The problem with me was that I tried so many different things but I left them because I was bored—from basketball, softball, martial arts, music, singing, to dancing. I guess the key challenge in my sort-of-pathetic-life right now is to find that one passion so I can be good at it and stick to it for the rest of my life.

“There is no passion to be found playing small – in settling for a life that is less than the one you are capable of living.” –Nelson Mandela