Somewhere Something Always Happens

I will turn 25 this summer. Couple of years ago when thinking about future I imagined that by this time I will have it all. I will be successful, self-realized person, who will  have goals, future plans… in two words I thought I would have an idea who I am, what I want to do and where I am going.

Irony is, I know noting about above mentioned. I can’t say who I am, where I am going and even what I want to do in this life.  But it gets more interesting. When I speak with my friends who are the same age, I’m like hearing my own echo… They sound just like me. They are worried because they get older and at the same time can’t meet the expectations they dreamt about their entire teenage life.

So what we have here… It’s not I am a complete failure project (well, hopefully I am not), but I still can’t meet my imaginary self, the one I thought and dreamt to become till now. I am not saving this world, I am obviously not changing it (there are still a lot of dogs that need shelters…) in fact I am useless being, from the perspective of my fictional story.

But maybe.. I am saying maybe, cause I am not sure whether  I am comforting myself and those around me who feel shitty  sometimes about their life or not, but a random thought occurred  in my mind. What if we live our lives in disappointment, just because we create our own unique life, apart from what we dreamt and imagined. Maybe the stresses, nervous meltdowns we face everyday not being able to answer who we are, what we want, is just because we are ”living”. Living our own reality, facing our demons and trying to be kind, respectful and caring.

No matter what our expectations of our future self were, it’s all about the reality. About accepting what we have and not what we want or we think we deserve. It’s all about embracing who we are at the moment with our flaws and faults. The moment we take chance to know ourselves in reality is the moment, when no one can ever take us down, cause the object is as strong as its’ weakest point.