Weekends Were Enough: A Memoir on Living Now

In reality, most people are taught to play it safe.

We grow up thinking the right path is getting a stable job, working for others, and waiting for the system to reward us with paychecks, promotions, and maybe… a few weeks of annual leave to feel alive.

We’re told business is risky. That dreaming too big is dangerous.
So instead, we settle into routines—work, home, repeat—often in places we secretly want to escape from.

But in January 2025, I made a different choice.

Not because I was rich.
But because I was done waiting to live.

I wanted time—to teach, to explore, to be fully present.
So I walked away from the familiar path of employment
and built a small business around what I love: sharing knowledge, moving freely, and living meaningfully.

It wasn’t always easy.
Some weekends were quiet, some months uncertain.
But regret, when it came, was always about money—
never about time.

Never about the time spent teaching.
Never about wandering through unfamiliar places.
Never about the joy of meeting someone new or laughing over something random.

Because I discovered something powerful:
You don’t need to escape Malaysia to feel alive.

I took the MRT. I rode buses. I walked. I hiked.
I visited towns and streets I’d never heard of.
I spoke with strangers.
I listened to stories.
I laughed. I took photos.

No passport needed.
Just curiosity—and a weekend.

48 hours was enough.
Enough to remind myself that life is happening now.
Enough to gather joy from simple things.

We don’t need to wait for Paris, Bali, or Tokyo.
Malaysia is full of hidden gems—if you take the time to look.

Freedom was never in the flight ticket.
It was in how we choose to see the world around us.
And for me, that started right here, at home.