When I was young (oh, so young) I mentally pictured what my life would be in the coming years. The road in front of me was one of hope and optimism. The world was half full and not half empty. Time was definitely on my side.
I would graduate by 21, get a spectacular job and by 23 settled down and get married. So by my 10 year high school reunion, I could bring my husband and brag about my great career.
And so I planned. But life kept happening again and again, so here I am - 25 going on 26, struggling to make ends meet with a question mark of when I am able to settle down.
Life definitely did not turn out as I had eagerly planned. The road in front of me is now filled with thorns and unexpected bends and my feet are weary from the rough journey.
What I had so happily planned in my youth was only that, a plan. People say not to set goals with age but when society makes it so, its hard to get away from it.
Although from time to time, I brush off society's expectations and tell myself I'm getting there, when I sit down after a bad day, I realise how far behind I am. Not only in society's standards but my own.
So here I am trudging through each day, not sure where the future will take me in one year. Even with both scenarios playing in my head, I can't seem to find a happy ending.
But not to worry, hope still exists, it is what keeps my blistered feet walking ever-so-slowly to the unforeseable end of the road. And all I have to say is, it better be worth it.
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