When growing up, adulting seemed like a fun-filled experience where the party never stopped. Living forever young was the dream we assumed was coming our way where you have easy access to money that would facilitate doing all the things your parents said no to. For some reason, that ‘no’ seemed so unfair and unreasonable at the time that most of us probably threw some sort of tantrum. With each milestone that marked increased maturity achieved, the anticipation for the freedom that comes with being an adult grew.
And unfortunately, this meant coming up with all sorts of unrealistic and downright dumb expectations, dreams, and plans of all the things we would do once that momentous day arrived; the day that other grown-ups will finally acknowledge that you are mature enough to do your own thing. While some anticipated fame, others waited for billions to magically appear in their brand new bank accounts which currently only held the minimum deposit. This is around the time reality comes knocking. And no, it is rarely ever a polite wake-up call.
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Instead, your obligations, responsibilities, bills, and of course black tax will almost immediately start demanding your attention, time, and efforts. All the free time you expected to have for fun and games with your friends suddenly turns into endless hours of tireless work. Of which, a painfully large chunk will go to paying for things you will not get to enjoy. It’s almost ironic how once you get to this stage, those who were there before you will simply welcome you to the struggle as if there is nothing unusual about this reality. This is around the time when the true essence of being accountable for everything you do both to yourself and society comes into view.
It’s a crazy roller coaster of a ride where finding time for yourself now seems nearly impossible. Those carefree days you had while under your parent’s roof suddenly seem heavenly. You even start questioning why you’d have to receive a beating to get into bed for a nap. At this point, sleeping seems like an incredible reward you give yourself every now and in between chasing the dream that has shifted from having the world in the palm of your hands to simply earning enough to cater to your expenses and some fun now and then. The one positive (if you can call it that) is that most, if not all, of the people around you, are going through something similar.
And this is all before you get a family of your own. At this point, you are suddenly adding the strain of taking care of a few other humans. Most of them are simply going to wait for you to provide everything for them every day of every week, for years on end while assuming that you can provide anything their tiny little minds can imagine. So where do your likes and interests even come in? What happens to all the dreams you had for your life? Do those simply disappear?
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