Post university life is confusing, as we have to match expectations with reality and things that did not go as planned. We befriend disappointment, and a daily dose of ‘Why am I not good enough’ thoughts are sure not the best food for thoughts. People started achieving things and one by one they seem to get everything figured out; a job, a partner, a school, a scholarship, you name it.
It is sad that other people’s happiness could sometimes be the source of our sorrow, a friendly reminder that we might not be as good as them. Small information that adds up to the anger we keep inside our heart, underneath the ‘I’m okay’s and ‘I’ll figure things out’.
We need reasons. We need to find out why things are the way they are instead of how we want them to be. We need to figure out what and where we did wrong so we could accept it and move on and be the better person. After all, everybody has got his/her own fights and what we see in the outside might not be what really happened behind closed doors.
Growing up is about making peace with our failures and our deflated dreams, of postponed graduate school and revised motivational letters and trying to not be embarrassed about asking for one recommendation letter after another. Growing up is about creating a narration, a story of how we got our future figured out so they would believe that we could make it happen, but deep down inside we are as unsure as them.
I believe that nobody really knows where life would take them.