I’m still trying to figure out who I’m going to be when I grow up.
I might be 25, but age is only a number when you feel like I do. My body is sixty but I wish my mind was still six. I wish I still believed in fairytales and the biggest stress I had was my mom leaving the crust on my sandwich. As a child, I always wanted to be a lawyer or a doctor, I always thought I was meant for greatness. Yet here I am, not achieving anything but passing the days.
Maybe one day I’ll figure out what my purpose is and who I should be.