Life Actually Gets Better As You Grow Older
As a little girl, I had big dreams and so many hopes about things I wanted to do in my adulthood. I just couldn't wait to turn eighteen (18) to be free to do all of those things I could only imagine at the time.
By the time I was 18, I had some level of freedom that I didn't know what to do with it. I moved to the university (far away from home). I thought it was time for me to become my own "lord and master" but I was still financially dependent on my parents and had to deal with studies.
Hence, I wasn't really free.
In my twenties, I moved even farther this time to a very distant town that it could take weeks to plan a trip back home. I visited home once or twice yearly and it was cool to finally have that "freedom" but then I was just starting life.
Boy! twenties was stressful.
Everything was clamoring for my time and attention. I was supposed to be free but I barely had time for myself. It was work, friends, relationships, society, everything wanted a piece of me.
I was hardly sure what I wanted or what anything could turn out to be, just went with the flow. It was full of experiments and yes! my 20's formed the bedrock of my life experience.
At 29 I was afraid that turning 30 would mean getting "older" and I haven't achieved anything.
oh! I was really afraid.
How did I Iet a decade pass-by without defining my purpose but then. life waits for nobody.
What a clumsy phase!
As soon as I turned 30 and began to grow in years, I realized that this was the phase I had been longing to meet.
The things that looked so big start to seem small. You begin to sieve the things you tagged important and adjust standards. I became bold enough to take on anything that interests me.
I was now living my life.
By the time I was 18, I had some level of freedom that I didn't know what to do with it. I moved to the university (far away from home). I thought it was time for me to become my own "lord and master" but I was still financially dependent on my parents and had to deal with studies.
Hence, I wasn't really free.
In my twenties, I moved even farther this time to a very distant town that it could take weeks to plan a trip back home. I visited home once or twice yearly and it was cool to finally have that "freedom" but then I was just starting life.
Boy! twenties was stressful.
Everything was clamoring for my time and attention. I was supposed to be free but I barely had time for myself. It was work, friends, relationships, society, everything wanted a piece of me.
I was hardly sure what I wanted or what anything could turn out to be, just went with the flow. It was full of experiments and yes! my 20's formed the bedrock of my life experience.
At 29 I was afraid that turning 30 would mean getting "older" and I haven't achieved anything.
oh! I was really afraid.
How did I Iet a decade pass-by without defining my purpose but then. life waits for nobody.
What a clumsy phase!
In your thirties you become more firm and focused. You begin to understand that we cant have it all. We all can’t have the same things and behave the same way. We have our different lives to live individually and we can be content and happy with who we are and what we have.
The things that looked so big start to seem small. You begin to sieve the things you tagged important and adjust standards. I became bold enough to take on anything that interests me.
I was now living my life.
At this point, I accepted that it's okay to be broke, it's okay to be who I am and to be happy about where I am at. It's just okay!
Life is truly in phases. The older you get, the better your understanding.
Now I cant wait to be 40!
Now I cant wait to be 40!
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