I write a lot. I started writing three years ago and the amount of writing I’ve done has gradually increased year after year.
At first, I wrote because I wanted to vent my thoughts, express my feelings the only way I knew how, when friends and family couldn’t understand what I had been going through.
Someone asked me a question I had a hard time answering the other day:
“What is success? How do I achieve it?”It’s such a hard question to answer because until you’ve achieved it (success), you can’t say what it is. It’s entirely subjective and enigmatic, and at best, I can make assumptions on what it is.
As we grow older, many of us worry about hitting the specific milestones that’s expected at our age: graduating from school, finding a stable job, getting married, having kids. It’s what our society dictates, and if we try our hardest at feigning ignorance towards these milestones, those around us and those close to us will continue to pressurize us until we do care.