Not birthday yet, but 7 months will surely go fast as heck.
Certainly, the age of 24 (which I will obtain in July) isn’t a big number nor should it be a reason to worry or be anxious. However, those worries come naturally, especially if you, like me, enjoy scrolling on Instagram or Facebook and looking at how your peers are doing. You can see people who already found out what they want to work as or where they want to live till they are old, and there’s absolutely nothing wrong with them. But it’s also absolutely nothing wrong to be different than that.
But I’m not ready for 24.
I spend little more than 20 years in Poland and grew up with this culture, so I was just pushed into thinking that certain things have to be done at a certain age. Father used to say “you have to do a lot in your twenties because later you will have to live from it” (like work a lot he meant, I guess). You have to be married, have kids and when you’re 35 hopefully own a house.
But we’re just young and lost.
Some people receive better guidance in life than others. Other people have to push through themselves in life with shoulders and if they fall, they have to get up themselves. And for those people, things come slower. And there’s nothing wrong with that.
I still don’t know in which city I want to live or on which kind of career should I focus on. I’m writing that not only to remind myself that it’s okay to be like that, but also for the others who are in the same situation. Because I believe we’re plenty. We just live in strange times, when everything supposed to be easier but is, in fact, a lot harder.
Thank you so much for reading and see you on Wednesday! Have a nice week everyone.