There are moments in life that quietly mark the transition into adulthood. One evening in Pampanga, I found myself at such a moment, realizing how beautifully diverse life can be. I joined my partner and his friends for food and drinks—a simple gathering that became an unexpected glimpse into the realities of growing older.

You know you’ve stepped into adulthood when conversations turn to sex, family, and the weight of real-world responsibilities. It was both fascinating and slightly overwhelming to recognize that I was now part of these discussions. Most of my partner’s friends already have children, some are in long-term relationships, and only a few remain single. While many of their experiences felt far from my own, I couldn’t help but appreciate the different perspectives they offered. Each story, each opinion, felt like a quiet lesson—small pieces of wisdom gathered from lives unlike mine.

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t compare my happiness to theirs. It’s natural to measure your own joy against someone else’s version of fulfillment. But as I sat there, quietly absorbing the room’s energy, I realized how deeply personal happiness truly is. Whether it’s raising children, caring for pets like family, or loving someone regardless of gender, we are all simply chasing what brings us joy. More than a pursuit of happiness, it’s a way of shaping our purpose in life.

Nothing feels more grounding than knowing our choices—whatever they may be—are ours to make. The freedom to define my own happiness is a privilege I rarely acknowledge. Perhaps that’s why sadness feels distant; my contentment is built on the quiet assurance that I am living by my own design.

Looking back, this weekend wasn’t just another social gathering. It was a reminder that life’s diversity isn’t just in the paths we take but in the way we embrace them. And in this acceptance, I find a happiness that no comparison can diminish.