25-me
Today is my 25th Birthday, and i realize
that i’ve got so much thing to be sort out in the next day when i woke
up as a ‘25 year old woman who don’t want to be 25′ .Everyone freaks out
about this birthday, meaning people start to think about where they are
in life.
Well should i be freaking out? I guess my life is pretty
good so far, i’ve won the battle with depression and anxiety for 2
years, and that’s the big deal for me.
and i think my career
is on track, there’s nothing to worry about except a bigger
responsibility ahead. When i signed the contract for a job years ago, i
kept thinking to myself, “Now what? What the hell am i supposed to do
after this?” Oh right. Getting Married.
That sacred two sentences that keep haunting me this whole times.
Well,
its not that easy actually. Twenty-five is when things start to change,
begin to turn over — the slow march toward the machine of life. but at
25, the notions of responsibility and “settling down” kicked in.
My career and my marriage were chosen — and the rest was soon to
follow.
I never knew i could done so much in my life. Throughout
our lives, we make decisions for unknown reasons, or reasons we won’t
admit to ourselves at the time, or can’t. These
decisions lead us down new paths, take us new places, places where we
meet new people and suddenly, the world shifts again. Suddenly, what was
going to happen can no longer happen and what will be slowly turns into
what’s meant to be. One decision folds into the next, and our life lays
out before us. Most days we are so caught up in day-to-day life that we
don’t stop to think about how each decision leads us to the next
opportunity —or away from it.Not every year — and the decisions
we make during it — matters as much as the next one. For me, 25
mattered. I may have not realized it at the time, but looking back, it
does stand out as an important year, one that lead me down the path to
where I now live and love.
Happy birthday, ME.
