
imcurious
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- May 6, 2022
- 97
Today is my 20th birthday. Days like these are tough—I never looked so much forward to getting older. Entering a new decade, however, makes it feel just that extra bit painful. I look back and I wonder what version of me would have existed had I made different choices.
I recognize my privilege. I never had to worry about financial resources—my parents, despite my tension with them—still provide me with the necessities I need to survive. Each birthday is a table filled with expensive gifts and a cake. I appreciate their efforts and will forever be grateful to them for giving me what they couldn't have as children. But I'm not genuinely happy. I guess this is my cliché way of saying, I wish I had more.
No one other than my immediate family wished me a happy birthday. No birthday posts, or friends reminiscing on our memories together. A phone with no notifications. This day is just as ordinary as any other.
I guess this is my stupid way of saying I wish I had the genuine things in life. I wish I had close friendships and relationships and all the things money can't buy. I wish I had someone to talk to in the darkness of the night about how scary 20 feels. It doesn't feel real. And it makes me wonder if this is what life is going to be like onwards. Soulless and a grind for just money. It makes me sad.
I'm not sure what this post is. I guess the grass is greener on the other side.
I recognize my privilege. I never had to worry about financial resources—my parents, despite my tension with them—still provide me with the necessities I need to survive. Each birthday is a table filled with expensive gifts and a cake. I appreciate their efforts and will forever be grateful to them for giving me what they couldn't have as children. But I'm not genuinely happy. I guess this is my cliché way of saying, I wish I had more.
No one other than my immediate family wished me a happy birthday. No birthday posts, or friends reminiscing on our memories together. A phone with no notifications. This day is just as ordinary as any other.
I guess this is my stupid way of saying I wish I had the genuine things in life. I wish I had close friendships and relationships and all the things money can't buy. I wish I had someone to talk to in the darkness of the night about how scary 20 feels. It doesn't feel real. And it makes me wonder if this is what life is going to be like onwards. Soulless and a grind for just money. It makes me sad.
I'm not sure what this post is. I guess the grass is greener on the other side.