Upon entering your twenties, you realize there never seems to be enough time to do what you want. Each day passes so quickly, barely enough for you to keep up with big changes happening. Just pondering on how different your life was a decade ago brings tears to your eyes. As you grow older, you can’t shake off the fear that someday time is going to catch up to you, and you’ll be left with failed dreams and regrets.
Everyone dreams to be in a healthy and long-term relationship until the difficult days come. It takes a lot of hard work and patience for a relationship to work and maintain long-term. Unfortunately, not everyone is willing to sacrifice for the person they love. Not everyone is ready to compromise when dilemmas come out of nowhere. It seems that everybody wants the pretty side of love until they face the truth that it isn’t pretty at all. Nowadays, people see a long-term relationship as a luxury or a privilege because not everybody can maintain a relationship for years, or possibly until marriage. As sad as this sounds, this is reality.
Social media has created this false reality that paints an ideal life where struggle and adversity don’t exist. It urges people to conceal imperfections, failures — everything that makes life meaningful and replace it with manipulated figments of the perfect life. In social media, we see almost everything about everybody’s lives. Our entire history and the journey of creating our future are stored and recorded in each of our accounts. Even though we can tweak the privacy settings to our liking, to control the number of people who get to see my content, the whole world still has access to it.
If I could sum up my high school experience, it’s basically innocent me finding my way through a dark jungle filled with animals. I made tons of mistakes, mixed up with tons of drama, and heard tons of sermons. If I had a dollar every time my words get twisted and misinterpreted, I’d be the richest person on the planet.
Being an only child, I had a rather strict, Catholic upbringing. Growing up, I felt insecure and jealous about how my friends got to make the most of their youth. They got to do all different things and go to different places where teenagers usually go. They roam the streets like they didn’t have parents who wait for them at home while I felt like Rapunzel locked up in a tower.