“ Live your life ”. Someone once said this when I voiced my frustrations. Simple words, yet with a depth I hadn’t grasped at first. I thought I was living in my life, but deep down, I wanted to scream, to shout it out because what you see isn’t what I feel. On the surface, it all seems fine, but beneath, the waves are churning. Pretending is easier than exposing the raw truth, isn’t it? Maybe it’s a lie to others, but it’s my way to cope. As Adele writes in “ To Be Loved ”, one of my favorite songs of hers, “ Let it be known that I tried ”. And I tried, I have. I’ve tried countless times to live this life on different terms. Every morning when my eyes open, my mind races: “ What will I do with this day, with this life? ”. It’s not about comparison, not a measure against someone else’s existence. It’s about me, my life, and what it means. It’s not just about love, work, or family. It’s bigger, broader–something that stretches into every part of my being. Someone else said, “ Do what
Today, on my 26 th birthday, and while dealing with some back pain, I find myself reflecting on the past year-the highs, the lows, and everything in between. Turning 25 was a big deal, and it brought its own challenges and lessons that changed me in ways I didn’t expect. Being 25 felt like standing at a crossroads. The world around me was moving fast, and I was constantly questioning whether I was on the right path. Career choices, relationships, personal growth-everything seemed to demand my attention all at once. It was a year where I had to really look at my fears, insecurities, and what I truly wanted. There’s something about 25 that feels like a turning point. Society tells you that by this age, you should have things figured out a stable career, financial independence, maybe even a clear direction for the future. But the reality is ofter far messier. I felt the pressure, both from myself and others, and it wasn’t easy to handle. This past year wasn’t just hard, it was life