“The privilege of a lifetime is to become who you truly are.” – Carl Jung
Today is 3 May 2025. I write this at 01:29 A.M. I had a sudden urge to start my blog today, so here I am typing late at night. I want to document my life experiences from here on now. My setbacks, my accomplishments, my spiritual awakenings, my dreams, every teaching and lesson I’ve learned along the way. I’ve only written in paperback diaries until now, but I want to give this online blog a go. When I was a child, the first job I ever wanted was to be an author. Even my teacher in Year 6 subtly remarked on how I must send him a copy of my book in the future.
Below are some of the first words I ever wrote in my so-called diary when I was 8 years old.
I hope to look back one day and read my posts and see how far I have come. And I hope to at least inspire or encourage a few people who view this.
I was a very quiet kid growing up. I guess I enjoyed being in my own little world. I loved reading fiction books (from myths to fairies, elves and mermaids) and watching historical Korean dramas of royalty and palaces, where the heroine would rise from the bottom to the top in all its plot twists.
The library to me as a child was my sanctuary. I would go there every week on a Saturday and I would borrow the maximum amount of books which I believe back then was maybe ten. In school, I loved rummaging through the bookshelves and had a big interest in the classic books when I was 10 years old. I also remember enjoying the reads of Anne of Green Gables and The Hobbit particularly. I had read every single Cathy Cassidy and Jacqueline Wilson book, and I wanted to be like Roald Dahl’s Matilda. The little girl peacefully sipping her warm hot cup of chocolate with a book steadily in her hand. I also finished the first Harry Potter book in 3 days. Fairies had always fascinated me as a young child. There was a book series, the Rainbow Magic Fairies book collection, where I probably had read perhaps 80-90% of the whole collection. It was about two best friends working together to defeat the evil Jack Frost with the aid of fairies. It was compelling, enthralling and kept me hooked; always left with a lingering thought of how on earth do they save the world this time round. I loved writing poems and entering writing competitions. I recall with excitement winning prizes like stationery or notebooks, and jumping up and down when I saw my work and name written inside the pages of a book or magazine.
In my younger years, life was magical and mystical, full of wonder. It was the time where I truly felt like me.
But things took a turn when I hit 11 years old. That’s when all my insecurities started to kick in. I wanted to fit in with the crowd. I had a yearning desire to be liked by others… and at that time, I had just started secondary school in London. This moment in my life led me to slowly lose myself and my true essence. At times I felt like the odd one out, I wasn’t the typical “cool, popular girl” and never would be. Life was tough; I had to overcome a lot of struggle, fear, self-doubt, anxiety, and lack of confidence. I also had to learn overtime that true friendship isn’t transactional, and how the people who are meant for you would never make you question it.
Eventually I did find a wholesome group of friends in school. They were in different forms to me, but we bonded a lot, and I have great memories with those girls, from travelling to Brighton together, acting and cooking together and exploring the weird, wacky parts of London.
If I could whisper some words to that younger version of me however. The one that was lonely and insecure… I would tell her that she is enough and to never dim her light for anyone. You are valuable, you matter, and you have so much to offer to this world.
Fast forward to the present, I am now an entrepreneur with my own thing going on. I started my e-commerce business journey, a little before Covid 19 started, when I was around 19 years old. My obsession with that endeavour helped me create a world ranking store, at one point Top 27. And it helped me reach new financial heights when I hit 21 years old. Never in my life did I think a poor, young girl like me would ever reach such a scale at that age. I had mostly kept this project a secret. I didn’t want to brag or sound egotistical.
When I accidentally mentioned my business operations during my 1st year of university to my roommates, they were shocked that it was possible to make an income reselling clothes. They made me feel validated, acknowledged and that I had done something great. Something I hadn’t felt for quite a while. I valued how positive and supportive my roommates were.
I didn’t even acknowledge myself back then that it was a big deal until much later on. And a part of me didn’t even care that much. Perhaps because I had seen through the whole process, and how challenging it all was?
Or maybe because a part of me was afraid of being seen. Seen by others. Because attention meant I would be judged. And being judged meant that I had to relinquish control of what they thought of me, whether it be luck, envy, dismissal or comparison. Also, my dad would be critical of the things I would want to learn and pursue. Overtime, it grew very tiring. I didn’t understand why I had to beg him to go to karate lessons, or go to a performing arts school on the weekends to act, sing and dance. That experience subconsciously ingrained in me that asking for more was a burden. And it’s a limiting belief I am learning to rewire.
I am now in a new business venture. It’s still new to me, but I know I can do whatever I put my mind to.
One key lesson I have learned so far in my 23 years of life on earth is to believe in yourself. Even when you feel all odds are against you. Believe in yourself. Take action, move forward, and trust that what you seek is also seeking you. Things that I thought would never happen in my life have already manifested. Not just that, every time I quiet my mind and pay attention to the little things, the universe shows me many synchronicities and unexpected but meaningful events.
So yes. Here’s to the start of a new beginning. This is Whispers of Becoming. My story. My life. My thoughts to share to you all.
P.S. Sometimes I think too much about the destination and forget that it is the journey that matters the most. The character development. The art of becoming. There is always another mountain to climb. Treat your life like a mythic story. And I hope you remember to always enjoy the journey.
Love
Wendy
Whispers of Becoming 
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