I am 25...

I have always imagined that 25^th birthday will be mysterious, different and special. If you ask the reason, I cant explain. But it can be called separation age. It is the age that you need to leave childish habits in the past and gain new ones for the future. You are saying goodbye to childhood, you are pure young now, on the other hand, 30 is coming. Then we can say 25 is decision age, you are in between. Past helps you to decide, future inspires you to go on.

Deciding is not easy since it guarantees future. Feeling unsure and lost is part of your path. Sometimes the most difficult decision is the right one.  Because “the cave you fear to enter holds the treasure that you seek”.

Today I am obliged to accept that, I am not child anymore. For sure the inner child is always with me.

The last years taught me some things.

I have learned that, life is not only what it brings to you, it is also what you give to others. It is not so much important what happens, it is important how you react to it. Because everything starts in mind, then turns into action. So we should be careful what we think.

I have also learned that, one cant do without dreams. It keeps us alive, gives us motivation to go ahead.  As John Lennon said: you may say I am dreamer, but I am not the only one.

When something bad happens, life is enemy of us. But when we are happy, we say life is beautiful. To live without failings, without grief is impossible. Failing is ok, sadness is ok if you have someone to support you. Maybe friend, maybe family, maybe other one...

Since childhood, I have a feeling that, this age will not be like others.  20 years from now, you will be disappointed for the things you didn’t do. I am sure you know famous quote by Dostoyevsky.

I have expections, I have dreams, however people don’t take them serious. You know when it hurts more? When those people are your family and friends. We are always in a hurry to choose those people. So, we cant blame others for the decisions we made.

I have one more confession. I hate mentality, rules which defined by men. Especially, I cant stand on the way of thinking of East people. Why people don’t have right to choose their countries, as well as families? It is unfair. What people should do when their place is wrong?

If you are man, you cant imagine how it is detestable to live in the society where women are oppressed.

I support Woolf. I demand my own room and want to write. I want to choose my way and go on. I want freedom. I want to be happy. I want to chase my dreams even if I will fail at the end. Tell me if  I am wrong...