Lived through the harder times from before, and now, people see you as, being the successful and the blessed group, but you knew different…translated…
In my junior year of university, I accidentally got pregnant, when people my age are free, I was, caught by the home front, in the unpreparedness, I forced myself to become a parent. Whether it be the role of a wife, a mother, or a, daughter-in-law, I'd, not been, socialized enough yet to manage, with absolutely, ZERO experiences, I'd, worked hard to answer to all of what's demanded and requested of, me, working my best to convince my self, that all of my hard work will, eventually, pay, off.
what we all want to become...photo from online
From twenty to thirty, I got mixed in the defeats of the nitty-gritty of life, along with living in the cracks, earned my college degree. Life became too, enormous, and I can, only, work my best to, shoulder ALL the responsibilities that came, my, way. I'd felt helpless, defeated, and beaten, I didn't have enough left in me, to envy how others had it much, easier then.
And I'd, grown to over thirty in a blink of an eye, and, everyone else around me all gotten on the path to start their families, raising their, children. And when, my children are grown, I now have, a ton of, time, with a small career I'd, established, I'd become, listed in the, "victory" group—as I'd heard someone referring to me as such, I can't help but, laugh. The ten years that were the primes of my life, I'd, put them into my husband, my children, didn't have the opportunity to pursue my own work achievements, not to mention, the lacking of sleep, leisure activities too. If a person knows what's been lost, or maybe, s/he would not, envy what another, has now.
Because, we may not want to, trade the life we wanted, with the exact same, cost.
There are always, the darkness that's behind, the glowing bright; a tale of inspirations of four hundred characters, to the person who'd written it, it'd cost, a total of, fourteen years to write. This world, there is, NO victory group, only those who are, ordinary, whom, after drying their own tears, learned to, stand, back, up.
So, this is on how there IS, no order to the way life goes, everybody has a different path to travel, some of us have it harder when we were younger, some of us, have it easy all the way, it's all, fate, there's no good or bad, it all depends on how we interpret the events that happened in our lives.
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