I envision that I will be 23- marry with a husband and a house- the whole package.
Obviously- its not happening. As I get older, the 23 year old benchmark changes. The little girl's dream changes from dream to realistic goals.
Till now. I am a dream killer and a person who is not really completing her own goals.
There are times I dream that I can be like beautiful actresses in movies, just living the life. Instead, I will be the background person that walks by- like many in my past and will be in my future.
But that dream is a dream that I don't want to have now. I think I quite enjoy being the bystander in a glamourous life. Simple life is the goal. I am quite happy and content with what I have and want. True there are times that I die to have that 600 dollar Alexander Wang dress. There are also times that 7000 dollar Chanel signature bag is calling me. But at the end, I am who I am.
I will be happy with a 700 dollar burberry bag and a 60 dollar dress from Club Monaco.
But anyway, it hit me like a train that i am a woman in her 20's. pushing to the mid 20's. Kinda crazy and weird. and BIZARRE. Cause when I was 14, I thought I will be dead by 16, 18, 20. I am still alive. Kinda weird eh?
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