time come. When can I experience wearing that black robe that everyone is working for almost 15 years of their life. I admit. I am jealous. Jealous that is coming from the thought that at some point they made their parents proud. Jealous that they were able to prove something.
I would always ask myself is it too late to try? Maybe? But who knows. Then comes the thought that If I only had the courage to try to continue instead of working, will we survive? As time and again is testing my decision making which brings me to the question of when will my
Maybe it's just the achiever persona that I have that is trying to resurface since I honestly had not been myself lately or the past 2 to 3 years since the pandemic started. Everything just felt like flying out.
then I thought, it may have something to do with birthday blues because I have them or I experience them every year when my birthday is just around the corner and then it will just pass but then here I am again today sipping my cup of evening coffee thinking about what I did good