I remember that three
years ago I called 25 separation and decision age. The reason is that at that
age we prove ourselves in life, we become pure personality.
I don’t remember what
else I have written (what nonsense actually). If you want to read, go to the
link: I
am 25
Although I know that
after few years this piece of writing also will prove itself wrong, still I find
that silly courage in me to express my feelings about being 28 years old.
First of all, it doesn’t
matter how old you are if you are surrounded right environment, right people,
and right priorities.
So, which lessons I got
from last years? If you have time to read, follow me:
Lesson 1:
You still can stay child no matter how old are you. You don’t need to give up your
childish habits in order to be better version of yourself. These years taught
me that, when life is so harsh, no one, but your inner child will heal you. So, dear people, let your inner child be
alive as long as you want to be alive.
Lesson 2:
To make your dream come true is beautiful, but the way to the dream is more
beautiful. Your efforts, difficulties, hardships are more beautiful. And what
makes you strong is not your realized dream, but your travel to realize it.
Lesson 3: What
you seek is seeking you. This great quote of Rumi made me think a lot
of times and at the end I decided that it is so true. Your aims, your
intentions create your personality and lead you to future. If you are
comfortable inside your comfort zone, then you don’t have right to blame life on
being unfair to you.
Lesson 4: Learn,
learn, and learn. Life is extremely dynamic nowadays. In order to stay on
track, you must dive into knowledge ocean. Learn in order to cope with high
tech century. Learn in order to be better person. Learn in order to feed your
brain and soul.
Lesson 5: Love,
love, and love. It is the only thing that can save entire world, can make us
blossom and can bring smile to our faces.
I want to conclude with
my favorite quote from “One Hundred Years of Solitude”: There is always
something left to love…
P.S. Still I support Woolf. I demand
my own room and want to write.
P.P.S. Happy birthday to me! (With my
melancholic, introvert and childish personality)
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