Living One Moment At A Time

The idea that you need to have your life together at a certain time, a certain age, it can all be too much to think about sometimes. We grow up with these idealistic views of what success looks like, what a perfect world entails.

At the young age of 25, I feel increasingly worried about the future. Have I done enough at this age? Am I the odd one out?

It’s not as easy as people think, becoming an overnight success, finding the perfect job, having a perfect forever home. As a whole, society’s standards are difficult to live up to.

Taught to be ourselves, yet persecuted for our differences, our insecurities used as a weapon, people don’t listen to understand, there’s a lack of equality despite all these supposed regulations put in place, to protect us from discrimination, bullying, sexism, racism and many more.

I understand life is not a straightforward experience for the majority of people, but when does it all become too much? And don’t even get me started on the stigma surrounding mental health and the simple yet complex task of asking for help when necessary.

Fake it ’til you make it, or so I’ve been told about a dozen times or more.

Turning a blind eye to your problems is a temporary fix, ignoring them won’t solve anything. Facing them is equally challenging, but the comfort you feel once you do so is a sense of relief, a burden off your shoulders.

Life will get tougher before it gets better, I’m sure.

I just hope the future is much brighter than it has been in these recent weeks, months, even years. After all, you never know what to expect.


Mila. Xo



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