Last four days passed unimaginably fast. I still haven't replied to some of the birthday messages and I keep postponing to doing it after work or later and guess what, it's a new day by then and we are getting further and further away from the 12th August.
Twenty three seemed like an "old" age to me when I was a child. Probably because I was walking and talking when my mom was that age, probably because my parents had their shit together at twenty three while I'm still searching for "my call", "my purpose" in life. Honestly I feel like I'm going through a foggy forest, stumbling upon various things but leaving them after a while in search for THE thing. Instead of getting closer to the exit I'm getting deeper and deeper, more and more lost.
Twenty three seemed like an "old" age to me when I was a child. Probably because I was walking and talking when my mom was that age, probably because my parents had their shit together at twenty three while I'm still searching for "my call", "my purpose" in life. Honestly I feel like I'm going through a foggy forest, stumbling upon various things but leaving them after a while in search for THE thing. Instead of getting closer to the exit I'm getting deeper and deeper, more and more lost.
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