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The Younger Me



Every October 5 of every year, right from the year I became conscious of my actions, is always a year I get to have a deep thought of what I really wanted in life.

Some years I cried...
Some years I felt lonely...
Some years I felt like I am not enough...
Some years I felt angry...
Some years I just felt 'let's  get this over with'...

In those years, I worked my ass off in my own way creating something that I could call substantial but in one way or the other, it didn't work.

So I blamed myself over and over.
But not once did I just look back on what I was doing, not once did I ever see that even though what I created didn't work, I actually have something to talk about.

I mean I am 25 years old and I have a CV that can pass for a 30 year old or more (not to brag).

Now this year, I am not going to do any of the sad things above. I am going to acknowledge that I am powerful! I am going to acknowledge that the world should be grateful that I am in it!

I had my first birthday party with my dearest friends and they made me see a version of myself that I always ignored and called inadequate.

So I am going to wield it like a golden sword and I am going to keep creating, keep trying new things, keep doing different things, keep breaking down walls and never ever make myself feel 'basic'.

Because this baby girl is far from these words: plebian, basic, average, usual.

So I am in my 25th year, the silver year and I feel golden.

I wanted to probably write 25 things about me or maybe 25 things i want to do or have done but then let's just keep it simple;

The next few years ahead of me is going to be an ADVENTURE , I am going to do things that only make me HAPPY. I am going to explore opportunities even though people say there is none. I am going to find gold in dirt.

At this point I don't really know what it is, I could have something I am already working on but I know I haven't found that thing just yet...

I know I will discover what ever it is, It might be something that could be so small... But it will never be something insignificant.

I have found myself and nothing screams inner peace like my inner goddess dressed in a gold regalia with a gold crown on my nappy hair as she looks at the world with a smirk on her face thinking "they don't know what is going to hit them"

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