Today is January 1st, 2021. I'm already 21 years old. How amazing! Isn't it? I've fancied about growing up many years ago since I was a little kid, wondering what I would be looking like and the life I would be leading. In retrospect, 21 years ago, after knowing me right now, I must be a little bit disappointed. When I was in primary school on a little town, I never stopped to be a top student and I was confident saying that I had a big dream is to go to a renown college and remain to be an excellent person always. I had to study hard and hunt for a good job to feed my family, to repay my parents, to lead a decent life and to fulfill my pursuit for being a good person.
Now, I'm an adult eager to leave home while wishing to accompany my parents at home. I will go blank as to choose my career. I'm going through an identity crisis- Who am I? Where I will go? What's the meaning of my existence in the world? I' m helpless and aimless.
However, I'm curious about the world and full of ambition. but I am in dread of facing reality because my far less action. I always make commitment to my self in the name of the happiness of my family, but I failed. I failed to be a top student at college, which means I l've lost a piece of bright myself, failed to be an outgoing with colorful life full of drawing, writing, singing, dancing, and learning. I know I am struggling to challenge myself. I will never forget my pride and loss. I still trust myself.
I want to be an artist of life to design my life in different ways. I once dreamed to be a writer, designer, animator and photographer and be multilingual.
Now, no matter how reality will treat me, I decide to change, to advance myself for better life. I won't let me down 10 years later.
*Stay hungry, stay foolish.*
