When I was 3, I was cute.
When I was 13, I was angsty.
When I was 23, I wanted more.
When I am 33, I am happy.
I have everything I want and need to make my life comfortable.
33 years feels both like a long time but at the same time, it feels like a flash.
You know how as a teenager you always think that when you’re an adult, you’ll get it all figured out? Myth.
I’m not ‘figured it out’ per se, but I’ve determined that its okay to never ever figure ‘it’ out.
At every stage of your life you pursue different things and at every stage you desire different things.
Life in the past couple of years has been good to me, no major health issues, I mostly partake in activities that give me pleasure and I have no major worries.
Its easy to forget the good and focus on things you have yet to have, but my 33 years of ‘baby wisdom’ have taught me that happiness is derived from focusing on the good, always.