counting the day to come...

I’m about 2 months and 15days away from turning 32 yrs old. Now I realize life is too short.I’ve been thinking a lot about the kind of girl I used to be, all the cool things I’ve seen and done, as well as all the stupid mistakes I’ve made that have ended up hurting myself and others close to me.


I look back my past life and I can’t help but ask myself- have I grown up? Am I the person I wanted to become? Am I where I should be in terms of my character and my career? We live in a society that demands we achieves as much as we can, as fast as we can. But what happens if we don’t? What if life takes us in difference direction, somewhere we weren’t expecting to ever go? What then? Still remembber, when I finally got out of school and started working, I was stunned by how ambitious I was how badly I wanted to succeed and how far I was willing to go to achieve success. When you’re just beginning to build your career, you have a lot of zeal. Everything is about doing well & making money.

It’s a very blind period in one’s life, I feel. Most of the times you don’t notice a lot of things because you’re so focused on putting yourself out there, its like tunnel- vision. And because you’re so in the thick of everything, because you keep pushing to get where you want to be, it isn’t until much, much later that you start to see all the cracks in the systems, all the chinks in the armor,
All the things you sacrificed to get where you are.

Should i feel ashamed? What if, a little over a year from now, I wake up only to find myself still not rich and still not married? I suppose this is where the: as long as you’re happy” saying comes into play. But this isn’t necessarily about you think.what about your family? Families always say they want what’s best for their children and they mean it. In fact, I’d say that’s probably the most directly honest thing you will ever hear your parents say to you. They want what’s best because they love you.The reason they drive this point home is because the alternative isn’t worth thinking about. From childhood, we are brought up to believe success equals happiness, and that one rarely exists without the other.Ideally, when my 32 birthday swings around, I should have a solid life, be married to a nice husband, hopefully.