MY REALIZATION IN MY 20'S
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In 20's we are starting to realize things.
at this age we are becoming the person we wanna be when we were younger acting like we know everything in life.
We become more passionate about the goals we have in our lives.
We became the person we wanna be when we were little but thinking again that we wanted to be that kid that only desire is to play.
Full of rainbows no more rains.
No fault
No problems.
No overthinking
And yes, exempted
Life was never fuck up and shit!
But now? Life is life, there's a lot of darkness than the light, you choose which path you want to proceed darkness full of trails, neglect, regrets, bad decisions, failures and loneliness before you see greatest success or to be in the light that life is much easier but it's static and a never ending cycle of happiness and contentment which you can not live your life to the greatest.
In the end always choose happiness but never stop conquering your life battles.
This life is never easy, life teaches us lessons and we have to choose either learn from it or just stay in where we are right now. Life is a choice, life is never ending realizations.
This story are came from the authors own ideas.
Its my first time to write a book about something, Specifically about my feelings.
Im not a writer i just want to share my thoughts and if you found errors sorry about that and thank you for correcting me its much appreciated.
Love you all,
Aest_llej 🦋
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