While I was growing up, I had thought those who were in their twenties were the real MVPs. I don’t know if I was the only one who felt that way but indulge my younger self a little.
I thought once I was twenty, I had that freedom that a eight-year-old me couldn’t have. I can leave my parents’ house whenever I want and come home without being bombarded with questions. I get to eat whatever I want and I will have my own house because I will be big so mummy and daddy won’t have to treat me like a kid.
Oh! I thought once I am twenty, I will finally get to meet my “Prince Charming” and we will both live happily ever after… you know those fairytale B.S.
I really thought being 20 means you are old enough to do anything by yourself and for yourself.
ME: *TO MY 8-YEAR-OLD SELF*
YOU WERE WRONG!
THIS IS THE REALITY
It definitely didn’t turn out that way. Not for me at least.
At 20, I am still a university student struggling to graduate just because my school has been on an indefinite strike that doesn’t seem to be definite anytime soon.
At 20, I still live with my parents’ and I cook all the meals and wash all the dishes because well, who will? (This is why I can’t fix fake nails to save my life)
At 20, no Prince Charming is coming this way! Perhaps, he is on his way who knows? We’ll see.
Anyways, the point is life didn’t turn out the way I had imagined it would be twelve years ago. Lets face it, it wasn’t realistic! I was so naive… but who wasn’t?
You sure had a (mental) note filled with plans to your older self while you were young? Lets talk about it and how far you’ve grown since then. 🙂
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