Chossing the perfect tiles for the bathroom and a booking vacations. That’s what a somewhat normal adult life is, right.
It ended up watching reruns of 90s sitcoms, getting fatter while scrolling through the Instagram models posing like they are having a time fo their life, and they are what, 12 years younger, owns a car, house, plans vacations, bet they got the tiles picked by a designer to match the marble in the kitchen.
It’s okay. I’m not resentful or jealous. Just sad that it gets to me and gives it more meaning than I should.
Serious adults or just the age group that are supposed to be adults are the kids that grew up in the 90s, born late 80s, you know the ones that they still call “Millenials”.
sigh
Half of us are the picture-perfect adults that society tells us is a normal life. Well, while the other half of us, are the less successful by the guidelines of the society. Forced to move back to the parents’ house, or never moved out. The highs are extremely high and lows go so deep down under as our confidence is drowning and rethinking what would have been out of our life if we just took one different turn.
The meme “forever alone” is getting more and more true. Nerds are suddenly cool and all you want is just someone that was born around the time when Back To The Future movie was released.
Highly depend on Google to tell us everything is okay, because it is not a midlife crisis, we are just lost souls trying to get out of this alive.
I tried to rediscover so many times, it hurts. Yeah, yeah, fall 7 times get up 8. But this is freaking exhausting. You can say whatever you want, but I not young anymore, this is getting old and I am running out of motivation and energy. Ditched the medication because it makes everything numb, guess that was the goal.
My mind is tired and my soul is lost, the only joy each day is the smell of fresh coffee and rethinking and trying to find a fraction of positivity so another day can pass by.
Holding on to old memories, things, and pictures, so I can try and find a bit of joy. For what? To be judged by people that raised you and you grew up with.
I wish for the day when I’ll have to pack it all up one more time, but for good and long. To get up one last time and never look back.
I wish for the moment in life the confidence is back and feelings resotored.
May your body have energy and soul strength to carry on to find a peaceful place in this crowded world.
featured phot taken from tumblr.com
Let It Land 