When
I was younger, all I wanted was to grow up to be able to make my own
decisions. For me, being an adult meant liberty and autonomy. I kept
thinking how amazing it would be, being able to do what I wanted,
when I wanted. I thought it just meant coming and going whenever I
desired, and being able to go out with my friends without explaining
myself to anyone.
By
now, I just wished my toughest decisions would still be the choice
between chocolate, vanilla and strawberry flavors for my ice
creams...
Being
an adult is nothing as I had thought, it actually resembles bad
advertising, where everything was promised yet nothing really
delivered. Nowadays, I feel like a puppet being pushed around, as if
life were messing with me, all the while laughing, and the choices I
want to make seem outright impossible.
In
the end, life is just some sort of bad joke.
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