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Endless Rants of Adulting.


I turned 22, you guys!
Life-changing things are happening around me. This post might not be the one you want, but this blog is just me having a conversation with myself. I am in a good place. There is a roof on my head, no scarcity of basic needs, a job in a renowned company, decent pay, and a life that is a dream to many others. I am grateful.
I am genuinely happy.
No, I am just lying about the happy thing. I do not know. I am just searching for something better.
What?
Just kidding though!
I do not know what I am looking for in life! I want myself to be happy. I want to do something that I am proud of and do something that I want and need. I want to prove to myself that I am worthy and not to the world. I want to work. Work my arse off. I want to create. I want to earn. I want to build things; contribute to society; by society, I mean nature. I want to do the things that matter. I do not want to feel jealous when someone else is living the dream that I am living in my dreams at night. I do not want to complain. I do not want to rant. I do not want to be a toxic person to myself. I want to be just as refreshing as a cold breeze after a hot day. I do not want to lose myself in the process of finding myself. I want to be grateful. I want a hot coffee, a long break, a place to think, and a plan to execute.
So, yeah. 22 is just as hard as 21. It is just another year of endless rants of adulting. I hope that this is a year for a change that my soul seeks.
I know you have missed this "Drink more water, macha!" more than me.
Stay Hydrated, all you beautiful people!

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  1. UnknownJanuary 5, 2022 at 3:52 AM

    Just adulting things !! It's okay to be not okay. Well, as usual this too shall pass..

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