B.O.A.T.S || Almost a QUARTER of a CENTURY

The thing about growing older and living is that only time actually tells
By time I mean your next birthday, the next morning and the next year..
These almost insignificant, unnoticeable tells are the most tricky parts of our lives.
Yesterday we were children dancing in the rain,
we were adolescents looking forward to finishing school and growing older
Today we are almost 25 or is it the big 30.
The saddest part is that we lied to ourselves about being ready when we are the next age,
We are never going to be ready, not monetary wise, education wise, emotion wise and time wise.
Everything we need to do needs to be done once we feel the need to do it.

Looking and reflecting at my life; who would have thought that I would be almost 25 stuck in a job I don't love, balancing work, school and my passion, still jumping buses with no relationship and no finances to follow my dreams or to travel.

Growing older is hard, it's as swift as a thief or bad event.
Its even harder when your dreams are really bigger than you.
Its also a blessing and a gift.
At least that's what I have been learning lately;
Growing is the right kind of nudge
The gift of ageing and ageing beautifully.
The gift of growing and learning while at it.
The gift of meeting people and making friends.
The gift of experiences and experiencing
The gift of talking and finding wisdom from a past time.


(more words coming soonest)

Update: Shout out to all those who wished me a happy birthday, but it's not my birthday till December 22nd I was just sharing my thoughts