It is Never Too Late
Spend enough time on X and you will see similar posts like this ;
Some other variations include how it is shameful to live with our parents at the age 27 and so on. The other day I also saw similar post like this and another from Sweden mentioning how most people start college only in their mid 20's and that it's quite common. Maybe it is quite common but when you are surrounded by people who don't do that stuff, it's hard to see another way.
I can only see a way out of my desperation once I hang out with my mother circles which typically consists of variations of older people pursuing further degree or starting over from scratch. From that proximity, I learned that things are possible as long as we stop making life happens to us and start to build it, consistently and patiently.
I share the sentiment of Marc's where 25 was the last age where life happens to us. Though for me it stretched quite a bit until last year. I decided to start taking the steering wheel of my life no matter how challenging it gets. I barely cry the past couple of years but recently, I shed so many tears quietly because life can be that heavy, heavier than what I used to.
The older me would probably just give up. Even starting my new class this semester, it wasn't easy as I thought it would be. But I know, I can't quit it. I have to fight tooth and nail this time to finally have another chance to have a proper/decent life. The same goes with my health, as much as I neglected it the last couple of years, it is starting to show. I am working towards bettering it, one day at a time.
I no longer tolerate many things but also, I realized one big thing, nobody is coming to save my sinking boat; not even my mother, my bestfriend, or anyone really. It was that moment one night, I realized I was the one responsible to save myself from the sinking boat.
This whole damn season was teaching me how to be extremely patient, cultivate persistence, and showing up even when I do not want it. From all those, I've realized how I half-assed everything and do things without any discipline from the past 2 decades.
All the could've, should've.. was mere excuses. I finally internalize it that all along, I have not really gave it my all.
As an adult version of my life, what really changed was when I started teaching. It doesn't matter if I have bad mood, I have to stick to my responsibility to teach and show up for my students. The more I did that, the better I get at combating procrastination, laziness and even the temptation to just abandon everything.
The good news of it all is that , I train my memory muscle and myself to be comfort in the uncomfortable. I also train my discipline and valuing consistency than fast or quick approach to things. Not all days were good but I become really comfortable with imperfection too.
 | 𝘊𝘦𝘮𝘺 (𝘰𝘳 𝘔𝘢𝘤) 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵, 𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘶𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯: 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴? 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭, 𝘨𝘦𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘺, 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘦, 𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘯𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴. 𝘍𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘏𝘪𝘷𝘦, 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣 𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺.
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