It's the last day that I am twenty-one. I'm turning a year older tomorrow! *gasp* I can still remember celebrating my birthday the previous years like it was yesterday. Time flies so fast! To quote Ferris Bueller, "Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it."
Two years ago, I was just a student who used to stay up until 4AM to study Audit Theory, who had to learn advanced Finance for a prestigious competition, and who did her best to get good grades. A year ago, I still had to stay up late to review eight subjects for the board examination. I had nothing except my degree. Now, I have an eight-to-five job (that I need to write about in another post); I earn my money, I pay the bills, and I can finally buy the things that were only on my wishlist a year ago. What and where I am now is a whole lot different from what and where I was in the last few years.
But as much as I enjoy the things that come with growing old and having a job, I also miss the years that I spent in school. I miss my nocturnal activities (late-night studying, being online), having something to look forward to (because really, there is almost nothing to be excited about when you have a career but I guess it all depends on what you do for a living), and even studying for topics I didn't enjoy. It's embarrassing to admit, but I'm getting rusty with my current job.
Now that I'm getting older, I feel pressured--- in my career, love life (or lack thereof), in everything. At this age, I'm expected to have already laid out my plans. I wonder if I'm the only one who doesn't know where I'm headed. When you're young and naive, you have big dreams and plans, but I threw them away when I realized that things won't always turn up the way I want them to be. And to be honest, I no longer know what I want. As it is, life didn't come with instructions and all I can do is hope that great things are in store for me in the future.
