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  • Why Adults Need Third Places More Than Ever

    Hmm… I am tired, really tired. My life, my adult life, is so boring. To be honest, it is repetitive. Wake up, work, back home, sleep. Rinse and repeat. It’s almost the same on weekends as well, I don’t really do much on weekends, I just read a book, or watch some podcasts. I can’t even watch a show anymore, I start getting bored. I stopped exercising as well, which wasn’t fun. But I am working on a better routine, and to get back to things I have missed due to my pessimism. 

    I am at a place, when I don’t want to go to work, nor do I want to stay at home. I need a third place. I don’t have one, which is why on my week offs, I just stay in my room and journal my thoughts. Which aren’t productive either. 

    I think I need a third place for myself, that is not home nor work. A cafe? A library? A store? A Market? A gym (I did join it, but it was small and they were forcing me for a private session so I left and started exercising at home)? Maybe a hobby group? A park (Wait, there aren’t any near my place)? Something. I asked my friends to start a book club, but you know that never happened. I really need something for myself to do on my weekends to get out of my mundane life. 

    What Exactly Is a Third Place?

    The concept of a third place is built on the idea that human well-being requires a distinct space outside of home and work to cultivate community and unwind.

    Sociologist Ray Oldenburg introduced this concept to highlight spaces where you can gather informally, meet new people, and experience a sense of belonging without financial or social pressure.

    A third place is a social environment separate from your home (the first place) and your workplace or school (the second place). Coined by sociologist Ray Oldenburg, these public or semi-public spaces foster regular, voluntary, and informal gathering, helping people connect with their communities and feel a sense of belonging.

    The first place represents your domestic environment. It is the foundation of your daily life, offering private shelter and security away from public scrutiny.

    The second place represents your productive environment. It is the structured setting where you spend a significant portion of your day dedicated to labor, education, and economic survival.

    Why Adults Lose Their Third Places

    There are many reasons why adults lose or can’t find their third place. Some of those reason are : 

    • Growing work hours and exhaustion : We usually work 9-5 or more working hours, that takes most of our time.
    • Friendships becoming harder to maintain : The more we grow, the more responsibilities we have and those responsibilities make it harder to maintain any friendships.
       
    • Everything becomes expensive : Capitalism sucks, and we all are a part of it. And this makes it harder for people to do regular visits to a cafe, or any spaces because it costs money, and not everyone can afford it.
    • Socialising increasingly moving online : With the internet, it is much easier to keep in touch with your friends or social communities online, so people have started avoiding getting together.
    • The pressure to make every outing productive, useful, or worth the money : I have felt this too, me and my friends used to have so many things planned for one outing and it would make it overwhelming for us.
    • Moving cities and losing familiar communities : A lot of times, people move from their homes to different places for better opportunities which results in loss of your third place or communities.

    The Loneliness Nobody Talks About

    You can be surrounded by people yet still feel lonely if your interactions lack deep emotional connection or vulnerability. Coworkers and social media followers often provide superficial, role-based, or performative contact rather than genuine intimacy. If you cannot share your true thoughts and feelings with the people around you, you remain isolated inside your own experience.

    Additionally, family and friend dynamics can sometimes feel more draining than supportive due to unmet expectations or a lack of mutual understanding. Social media complicates this by fostering comparison, leaving you feeling left out even while digitally connected. True belonging requires being seen and accepted for who you are, which a large quantity of shallow relationships simply cannot provide.

    Adults often need connection without having to schedule a formal dinner three weeks in advance. The lives we live as an adult require scheduling and managing more than we sometimes think. I have to plan my offs weeks in advance in order to get them approved if I have to go anywhere. And that is not something I look forward to.

    Also, sometimes people just need to be around other humans without performing, networking, dating, or explaining themselves. I love when me and my friends go somewhere and all we do is talk, that’s all. Our thoughts, our lives, our wishes, we talk about everything. And thise are some of my favourite types of outings.

    Third Places Give Us Something Home and Work Can’t

    I don’t know what it is, but I desperately need a sense of belonging outside family roles and professional identity. I have been stuck at home for 3 weeks now, and I feel like I am suffocating. And that has made me realise how important it is to have a life outside home and work. Or at least a place I can just go to, to get peace of mind. 

    We all need it. A space where you’re not someone’s employee, parent, child, partner, or caregiver. You can simply be a regular. Just get your journal, walk in a park or go to a cafe, and sit down with your favourite drink, and just let your shoulders relax. The comfort of familiar faces, routines, and casual conversations is like a dream.

    Why This Matters More Now

    Remote work and hybrid work have blurred the boundaries between home and work. Especially for me, I work from home for 4 days and 1 day at the office. So for me, my room has the same vibe as the office and I dread it so much. I hate waking up, showing up and sitting down at my desk to start working and I stay there for 9hours… That is not normal.

    Many people spend more time online but feel less connected in real life. We are all glued to our phones, but it is still lonely somehow. Communities have become harder to build organically now. It is harder to meet new people every day and start a conversation. I don’t even talk to my co-workers on my work from home days. If it’s not a meeting, we are not talking. 

    And then adult friendships often require too much planning and effort. I start planning months in advance just to meet my friends once in a month. That is so unreal. I don’t know what I am doing, and this is definitely not the life I wanted for myself.

    It Doesn’t Have to Be a Fancy Café

    So, I have decided to find a third place, where I can go whenever I want. I am on a hunt to find a place that doesn’t cost me money. 

    Like… Libraries: I love books, this makes sense. 

    Parks: There really aren’t any near me, but if you have parks, go for it. 

    Walking groups: You know, a lot of uncles and aunties have walking groups. My mother has one too. I didn’t realise it before, but I do now. 

    Religious/community centres: This can be really good for someone who is religious. And for someone who loves to have big communities.

    Hobby clubs: A group of people who do golf together, painting, reading, music, it can be anything. Any hobby that you or your friends, or even a stranger you have common ideas.

    There are so many more like: Public events, gyms, and local classes can all become third places for us. The important thing is consistency and connection.

    The Awkward Part: You Have to Keep Showing Up

    I understand, building a third place doesn’t happen after one visit. You have to give it time, visit more often. Get to know locals / regulars there. Then, you become familiar by returning.

    Relationships often grow through repeated small interactions, not dramatic friendship moments. Try to talk to people more, yes, it can be hard for people, but we can push ourselves just a little bit more for it. If you can’t that is fine too, third places don’t need to be with a community or friends.

    It is especially important for adults who feel like everyone already has their friend group. People who find it hard to fit in, in already established groups / communities. 

    Maybe We’re Not Bad at Making Friends. Maybe We Lost the Spaces That Make Friendship Possible

    Like, in school, it’s so much easier to make friends, because we are all on the same level of intelligence and on the same wave length. Kids are quite great at making friends and having groups. Friendships used to form naturally through repeated proximity.

    As adults, we often expect friendship to happen instantly, while rarely putting ourselves in spaces where we repeatedly see the same people. I have like 4-5 friends in the office, and we don’t talk when working from home. My friends ask to make plans, but to be honest, I don’t like going out with anyone other than my 3 besties. 

    Conclusion: Adults Don’t Just Need More Friends. They Need More Places to Belong

    Maybe adults don’t just need more friends. Maybe we need more places where friendship has the chance to happen.

    A third place isn’t about constantly socialising or surrounding yourself with people. It’s about having somewhere outside of home and work where you can simply exist. Somewhere you don’t need an invitation to enter. Somewhere your presence feels familiar. Somewhere, over time, people might notice when you haven’t shown up.

    Because sometimes loneliness isn’t about having no one in your life. Sometimes it’s about having nowhere to go where you feel like you belong.

    And maybe that’s what so many of us are desperately looking for: not another person to fill our lives, but a place that slowly starts to feel like it has a space for us in it.

    Where is your third place, and if you don’t have one, when did you stop having one?


  • Things That Feel Illegal but Aren’t

    The Universal Fake-Crime Experience

    You know that weird feeling when you’re doing something completely legal, socially acceptable, and morally harmless, but your brain is convinced you’re about to get arrested?

    That’s how I’ve started feeling about reading in public lately. I recently came across a reel of a woman reading How to Kill a Man and Get Away with It on public transport, and a man posted it hating on the woman saying she is working on becoming a criminal, without even knowing what is inside the book.

    Then Instagram started suggesting similar content to me… People saying how they think reading in public is performative and the people are just posing to get posted on instagram and feel different.

    Which is a very stupid take, I don’t think anyone who reads in public is performing, how did we even come to that conclusion.

    That got me thinking about all the completely normal things we do that somehow feel illegal. 

    The Main List

    Some of these things include: 

    Everyday Life

    • Walking out of a shop without buying anything
    • Leaving a store after only looking around
    • Taking extra ketchup packets
    • Using a café bathroom, without ordering
    • Walking into a hotel lobby when you’re not staying there
    • Returning something after trying it on at home

    Workplace

    • Leaving work exactly on time
    • Taking your full lunch break
    • Logging off without checking messages one last time
    • Taking a sick day when you’re genuinely sick
    • Ignoring work messages after office hours
    • Actually using your paid leaves

    Public Places

    • Reading in public.
    • Walking into a building you’re unfamiliar with
    • Being the last customer in a store before closing
    • Sitting somewhere without buying anything
    • Crossing an empty road
    • Going into a restaurant just to look at the menu

    Social Media and Social Situations

    • Replying to someone’s message hours later
    • Unfollowing someone without blocking them
    • Watching someone’s story immediately after they post it
    • Accidentally liking an old photo while stalking their profile
    • Leaving a group chat without making an announcement
    • Reading a message and forgetting to reply

    Why Do These Things Feel Illegal?

    I think we’re overly aware of people watching or judging us, and always assuming the worst of us. We’ve been conditioned to always be polite and avoid inconveniencing others.We’re often taught to be polite, fit in, and avoid inconveniencing others before we’re taught to simply take up space as ourselves. Sometimes we feel like we need permission to simply exist in public spaces, which is not true. The world is as much ours as it is anyone else’s.  

    Our brains love creating unnecessary worst-case scenarios in our heads. Like what if someone is saying something bad about us, what if they think we are mean, what if they don’t like how we are dressed, and so many more. Social anxiety can turn completely normal behaviour into a dramatic internal crime scene.

    As an introvert myself, every time I go out I feel like people are watching me. I am a confident person, but that doesn’t mean I am not screaming internally every time a stranger looks at me a second longer than necessary. And you know what the worst part is, The stranger is probably going through the same scenarios in their own minds. 

    Conclusion

    Maybe we’re not actually doing anything suspicious. Maybe society has simply convinced us that existing in public requires a valid reason, a receipt, permission from management, and possibly three witnesses.

    I don’t know if we can do anything to stop it, all I know is, we can work on ourselves and our social anxiety. We can try and stop giving af about people around us and just keep living and winning in our own lives. 

    What’s something completely legal that makes you feel like you’re committing a crime?

    Let me know your thoughts below 


  • Things That Instantly Make a Day Better

    Let’s be honest, not every day is amazing.

    Not every day needs to be life-changing to be a good day. Sometimes all it takes is one tiny moment that reminds you life isn’t so bad after all. The smell of rain, a stranger holding the door open, finding money in an old jacket, or hearing your favorite song at the perfect moment. These little things won’t solve your problems, but they can make today feel a little lighter.

    For me, there are days where I wake up with a bad or a headache, and then the entire day is ruined. But then there is that one thing that makes things better for me. 

    Here are some tiny moments that somehow make an ordinary day a whole lot better : 
    The List

    Instead of one long list, I came up with certain things in the entire days that makes it better for me.

    ☀️ Morning Wins
    Waking up before your alarm feeling rested : This is actually quite good. It makes me feel better about myself actually. 😀

    The first sip of lemon with chia seed water : As soon as I wake up, one of the first things I do is drink a full glass of water with lemon and chia seeds. And it makes me feel awake.

    A really good hair day : As a curly hair girly, it is really hard for me to have a good hair day, especially in summers, so when I do, it is a good day for me.

    Exercising / meditation : Now, I know that exercising is not for everyone, but I personally am getting into it. So, every day I exercise, it is an automatic good day for me.

    🍰 Tiny Everyday Joys
    Finding money in an old bag : I do know I have money lying around all the time, but when I don’t remember that I have money saved somewhere and I find it, it is such a good feeling.

    Your online order arriving early : This is my favourite. I order stuff all the time. So when I do get my orders early then remember, I get so excited to open them. Just on Saturday, I got my order of journals delivered to me, which was supposed to come on Sunday. So this was a win! 😂

    Crossing something off your to-do list : I have so many things I want to do, but don’t have much time. So when I cross off something I did it feels good.

    Finding a forgotten snack : Very rare, but when it happens, it feels so good. 

    🌿 Nature’s Magic
    The smell after rain : I love rain, it is one of the most beautiful and romantic weather. And the smell it leaves behind is so nice.

    A cool breeze on a hot day : It’s summer, so everytime I am out, the air is usually hot. But when the weather is a little better, the cold air hits so hard.

    Seeing stars at night : I love watching stars at night. It is such a stunning view. 

    📚 Cozy Comforts
    Starting a book you instantly love : Oh this have to be my favourite thing. When I go into a book knowing nothing and ends up falling in love with it.

    A warm blanket : In cold weather, a warm blanket is such a delightful feeling.

    Lighting your favorite candle : I don’t know about favourite, but I do love scented candles. It’s a pity that I can’t use it in the summer.

    Watching your comfort show : I have watched TVD and Friends millions of times, and I still watch it. I love those shows. 

    💛 Human Moments
    A genuine conversation : When I am with my people and we have genuine conversations. It has to be one of my favourite things to do.

    Receiving an unexpected text / call : A friend or someone I used to know calls to check in is lovely.

    Helping a stranger : It does feel nice when a stranger comes to you for help. Kinda makes me feel useful. 😁

    💤 Night Moments
    Journaling : My favourite thing in the entire days is journaling, and writing every thought and every thing that happened in the entire day.

    Gentle stretching : I do stretching before sleeping. I work from home on a desk everyday. So stretching helps a lot and makes my body feel relaxed. Listening to music : I listen to music before I sleep. It calms my mind. 

    🐈 The Little Unexpected Things
    Seeing a cat on your walk : I absolutely love cats. So when I see cats out and about, I just keep looking at them, and want to pet them, all the time. It’s a joyful feeling.

    Catching every green light : I hate travelling, and hate traffic, so the green lights just make my mood better. At least I don’t have to sit around in a car longer than required.

    Finding the cold side of the pillow : This only a summer thing (I think 﫢) because in winters I would hate it.

    Your phone charging faster than expected : I have a samsung, so it does charge faster.

    Your pen writing perfectly the first time : I love a good pen, which is why ink pens are my favourite.

    Bubble wrap : This is nostalgia. I did that as a kid, and I still do it today.

    Your food looking exactly like the menu picture : Oh god, every time I go to a new cafe or restaurant and the food is not good, that’s like a heartbreak and disappointment.   

    Conclusion
    We spend so much time waiting for vacations, promotions, birthdays, and big milestones that we forget how much happiness fits into an ordinary Tuesday. Maybe a good day isn’t made by one extraordinary event. Maybe it’s built from a hundred tiny moments that quietly remind us life is still beautiful.


  • What Happens When Every Memory Becomes Content?

    We document every meal, every vacation, every milestone. But are we preserving our lives or slowly replacing the experience with the performance of it?

    Everytime we go anywhere, do anything, we always have to film it.

    Before eating, we photograph the food.
    Before watching the sunset, we record it.
    Before laughing with friends, someone says, “Wait, let me film this.”

    Whenever I go out with my friends, we take so many pictures all the time. Of every single thing, while getting ready, while on the way, after arriving, food, our picture, multiple videos of the places and people around it. It’s like we have forgotten to live in the moment.

    When did living become something we needed proof of?

    We’ve Always Wanted to Remember

    The desire to hold on to memories isn’t new. Humans have been doing it for centuries.

    Long before social media, people wrote diaries, saved letters, filled photo albums, made scrapbooks, and recorded home videos. They kept ticket stubs, postcards, pressed flowers, birthday cards, and little reminders of ordinary days that meant something to them.

    We remember because memory is part of who we are.

    It helps us make sense of our lives. It reminds us of where we’ve been, who we’ve loved, and how we’ve changed. Memories connect our past with our present, and they become the stories we tell ourselves about who we are.

    For thousands of years, memories were deeply personal. Even when they were shared, they were shared with family and friends, not with thousands of strangers.

    That’s the biggest difference today.

    The goal wasn’t an audience.

    It was remembrance.

    Today, many memories are created with the expectation that someone else will eventually see them.

    From Remembering to Performing

    Somewhere along the way, something changed.

    Experiences stopped being just experiences.

    They became content.

    Going out isn’t simply about spending time with people anymore. It’s also about finding good lighting, taking enough pictures, filming a few videos, choosing the right music, writing a caption, and deciding the best time to post.

    It almost feels like every experience happens twice.

    First, you live it.

    Then, you package it.

    It makes me wonder: would this moment still feel just as meaningful if nobody else ever saw it?

    Social media hasn’t just changed how we share our lives. It has changed how we design them.

    Restaurants are built with photo-worthy interiors. Cafés create drinks that look better than they taste. Tourist attractions have designated photo spots where people line up to recreate the exact same picture they’ve already seen online.

    Even the way we travel has changed.

    Instead of wandering through a city because we’re curious, we often chase locations we’ve already seen on Instagram. Sometimes we spend more time looking for the perfect angle than actually looking at the place itself.

    Without realizing it, we stop asking ourselves, Am I enjoying this?

    Instead, we ask, Will this make a good post?

    That’s the moment our experiences stop belonging entirely to us.

    They become performances for an invisible audience.

    Why Do We Feel the Need to Capture Everything?

    Of course, this doesn’t happen because people are shallow.

    There are real reasons behind it.

    We don’t want to forget.

    We don’t want to feel left out.

    We want to remember birthdays, vacations, concerts, and quiet afternoons with people we love.

    Social media adds another layer to that.

    Every like, comment, and view tells our brain that sharing is rewarding. Over time, posting becomes less of a choice and more of a habit.

    Slowly, our phones become external memory banks.

    We trust them to remember everything for us.

    Nothing really disappears anymore.

    Every photo, every video, every story sits somewhere in the cloud, waiting to be revisited.

    But that raises another question.

    If our phones are remembering everything for us, are we remembering any of it ourselves?

    Are We Actually Remembering More?

    You’d think that taking more pictures would help us remember more.

    Ironically, research suggests the opposite can happen.

    Psychologists call it the photo-taking impairment effect. When we know our phone is recording a moment, our brains sometimes become less invested in storing it. We trust the camera to remember for us.

    Instead of remembering how cold the breeze felt, how loud everyone laughed, or how excited we were, we remember the picture.

    We remember the angle.

    The filter.

    The caption.

    Our phones have become external hard drives for our memories, and while that’s incredibly convenient, it can also make us less present.

    Have you ever come home from a concert with dozens of videos you’ll probably never watch again?

    Or realized you spent an entire sunset looking at it through your screen instead of with your own eyes?

    Sometimes we’re so focused on preserving the moment that we forget to experience it.

    When Relationships Become Content

    It’s not just places and experiences anymore.

    It’s people.

    Relationships have quietly become one of the internet’s favourite forms of content.

    Couples vlog their dates. Friends post photo dumps after every outing. Pregnancy announcements become elaborate productions. Even breakups sometimes become public statements before they’ve been privately processed.

    None of this is necessarily wrong.

    Sharing joy has always been part of being human.

    But it does make me wonder:

    Does every meaningful relationship really need an audience?

    Some of the strongest friendships I’ve had aren’t defined by photos. They’re defined by conversations I’ll never be able to capture. The stupid inside jokes no one else would understand. The moments that mattered because they belonged only to us.

    Not every memory becomes more valuable once it’s shared.

    Sometimes it becomes less personal.

    Children are another example. Many now have thousands of photos online before they’re old enough to understand what it means to have a digital footprint. Their childhood becomes part of someone else’s online story long before they can choose whether they want it to be.

    It’s worth asking where we draw the line between preserving memories and publishing lives.

    When Your Life Becomes Your Brand

    The more we post, the easier it becomes to confuse who we are with how we’re perceived.

    Without realizing it, we start curating our lives.

    We choose what gets photographed.

    What gets posted.

    What gets remembered.

    Slowly, we begin editing our lives the same way we edit our feeds, keeping the polished moments and quietly hiding everything else.

    The messy days.

    The boring days.

    The lonely days.

    But those moments are just as much a part of our lives as the beautiful ones.

    The danger isn’t that we become dishonest.

    It’s that we start believing our edited version is the complete story.

    We’re no longer just documenting our lives.

    We’re writing an autobiography in real time, one post at a time.

    What We Lose

    Not everything needs to be documented.

    Some memories become more meaningful precisely because they were never recorded.

    A conversation that lasts until 2 a.m.

    A road trip where nobody thought to take a picture.

    A joke that only two people remember.

    A sunset you watched without reaching for your phone.

    Those moments don’t become less real because they weren’t posted online.

    If anything, they often become more special.

    Private joy has a different kind of beauty.

    It doesn’t need likes to prove it mattered.

    Maybe that’s what we’re slowly losing.

    Not our ability to take photos.

    But our ability to let a moment exist without feeling responsible for turning it into content.

    Conclusion

    Maybe the question isn’t whether we should stop taking pictures.

    I don’t think that’s the answer.

    Photographs have always helped us remember the people we love, the places we’ve been, and the lives we’ve lived. They preserve pieces of history that would otherwise fade with time.

    The real question is why we’re taking them.

    Is it because we genuinely want to remember this moment?

    Or because we want other people to know we were here?

    There’s nothing wrong with documenting our lives. The problem begins when documenting the moment becomes more important than living it.

    Not every sunset needs a time-lapse.

    Not every meal needs a photograph.

    Not every conversation needs an audience.

    And not every beautiful moment needs proof that it happened.

    Some memories are meant to stay exactly where they were created—in the hearts of the people who lived them.

    Maybe the richest memories aren’t the ones sitting in our camera rolls.

    Maybe they’re the ones that made us forget our phones were even there.

    Let me know your thoughts below 👇🏻💕


  • The Girl I Never Left

    Sometimes the child you were, doesn’t need saving. She just needs to know you never left.

    I dream a lot, I have some weird dreams almost every other day. Just yesterday my friend was telling me about a dream she had, and we were just telling each other about dreams making no sense. And then I remembered my own dream, that inspired me to write this.

    One day I had a dream that I was in my previous rented house, it was empty. I went inside and I started exploring, although in real life the house was not big, but in my dream it was big enough for me to explore. And then I saw a little girl, she was so cute. We spent a lot of time and played together. Then all of a sudden I heard a sound and started following it. When I came back and opened the door of the house the little girl came running to me and started crying and saying “Why did you leave? Why did you leave me alone? I was so scared. No one was there for me.”

    ……. And then, I woke up.

    Once I woke up I realised that I was actually crying in my sleep and the little girl I saw was actually me when I was a small girl. 

    I have felt a lot of things after that, and it was also Covid time. I wrote that dream down to remember it. And then Taylor Swift also released “Forklore”, and there was a song in it called “Seven” and it had a line :

    And I’ve been meaning to tell you
    I think your house is haunted
    Your dad is always mad and that must be why
    And I think you should come live with
    Me and we can be pirates
    Then you won’t have to cry
    Or hide in the closet
    And just like a folk song
    Our love will be passed on 

    This hit me a little hard, because every time I hear it, it’s like I am talking to my younger self. 

    And every time I think about her, all I can think of is, if I had someone older like me around when I was young, I would have felt so protected and safe. Which I really didn’t as a child.

    She would be so proud of me today. She would love to see the kind of person I became. 

    She would smile watching me be stupid yet responsible, silly yet composed when needed. 

    She would find me so cool, me standing up for myself. Believing in me more than others. Maybe also, my collection of BTS albums and my travelling tales.

    I think she would be so surprised to see me work in a corporate company. I didn’t really have a dream job when I was a child.

    She would want to know if I am still friends with the same people we were in school (Good for her we have better company and best friends I would never trade for anything ever.)

    She would see me and hug me for becoming the kind of person we always wanted to be, and getting everything I ever wanted (Except for a million dollar I still wish to receive magically someday.)

    The person I’ve become

    When I talk about the person I have become or the kind of kid I was, it is quite difficult. I can’t say I was an easy child. My mother had a hard time with me, I was the oldest, yet I always felt overlooked, and that made me act out. 

    Now that I have become an adult myself, I think about how as a woman, enduring abuse, becoming a sole provider, and having kids who act out is not easy. It is terrifying, and my mother is an innocent woman. Sometimes I am glad that I am not like her. Things were hard, and having 3 children to look after made it harder.

    So, in a way there are parts of my younger self that I have left behind, but the part of me that questions everything is still the same. I still refuse to listen to people and question everything and that has still been bothering my mother. 

    My younger self would definitely appreciate that we throw out that one toxic person from our life that was taking us down with him. And we grew from it.

    This was also one of things my younger self would not have been able to imagine could happen. 

    Me being able to achieve my freedom, being able to do whatever I want, whenever I want and however I want. Without explaining myself to anyone, are among other things she probably never thought would happen. 

    I always thought things would be okay, I am not sure if I even had any fears other than heights.

    I have only ever been confident enough in myself. But I do think the one thing that made me nervous was studies and now I hold a Master’s degree. 

    My young self was fearless as hell, and that has only grown over the years. I am still the same stubborn and fearless Girl I was at 10 that I am at 29. 

    Dreams

    I never really had dreams, I only ever thought of growing up and earning a lot of money. But the one dream that really came true was that my sister and I bought a house for our family.

    There were so many dream jobs I had as a child, I was never clear on what I really wanted to be when I grew up. That is something that changed was, once in my life I wanted to be a lawyer, which didn’t happen thankfully. I was actually glad that didn’t happen. I would have had a horrible life.

    I just know she’d see those changes as me growing up because it all happened for good. Because I was able to do what I actually love, writing. 

    And writing matters to me now that she couldn’t yet understand, because I love it. I did it as a child too, but never really took it as seriously as I do now.

    I know if I explain my current goals to her, would she eventually nod and say, “That makes sense.” Because it does, we both love it. She as a hobby, me as my passion.

    Values

    We as people all have a lot of values, and I do too, even as a child. One of those values was loyalty. 

    My Loyalty is something that is still intact in me since my childhood. She was a very loyal person and so am I.

    That has made me a safe person to people, because I always stand for people and myself. I call our people when I think it deserves to be called out. So, I know I would be a safe person and make her feel safe. I am a feisty fighter. I always protect my own.

    So that if people have issues and they want to talk to someone they know they have me. And that is something she would feel as well, and look at me as an adult to run to when she is scared.  

    Other than Loyalty, there are other things that I also kept with me.

    Like my curiosity is something I have kept the same. I was always a curious child, questioning everything and everyone. That has irritated people 🙃 but I still wanted to know. 

    I am the same way now. 🙂‍↔️

    I still want to know everything and anything.

    I am not sure if that is something like a promise I have kept, but I think the biggest promise I kept without realising is to be true to myself. 

    I can never be two-faced with anyone. If I don’t like something or someone I do not pretend to be nice. I can never fake myself for something or someone. 

    Healing

    My whole childhood was anything but normal, I grew up in an abusive household, and that is something not just me, but my whole family had to heal from.

    Because of which I have a lot of trust issues in relationships. I do try to give people the benefit of doubt and let people in. Even though it takes a lot of time and effort, it protects me from a lot of pain. 

    All of my experiences in life have made me realise that there is nothing in my previous life that would comfort her. I have had it pretty weird. But I do think my life now, my mindset today is something that will comfort her a lot.

    And that is something I think she will thank me for, being able to grow from the hurt.

    And yet, there are so many parts of her I have made rooms for, like the innocence. The silly parts, the talkative and the curious parts.

    Everyday life

    Although I don’t really have a big room, I think she wouldn’t mind, but I am not sure if that is something she would love.

    I imagine a little me coming in the rooms asking if it is our home, and me saying yes.

    And then looking at the books I own. The amount and kind of books I have read, that is something I think would excite her a lot. 

    Then looking at all my clothes. I wear almost everything and anything. I know that is something she would find shocking. Especially now, because when I was a child I had to dress like a boy. My parents would dress me more like a boy, I even had pictures of myself in it, and it looked like my brother. I hated it. 

    I remember having 2 skirts as a child, one was a denim skirt with green top and the other was a blue slightly thick cloth with a white top. I would wear those 2 skirts all the time, everywhere I went until I grew out of it, because that was the only clothes I had that would make me feel like a girl. I never felt like myself in those clothes, I wanted to feel like a girl, but my parents’ weird ways of dressing made me feel like a boy too. 

    My sister was somehow allowed to wear girls clothes like frocks and skirts because apparently “She looked good in it.” I actually have a lot of resentment because of this. 

    One of the reasons why, now my clothes are more girly and cool. I have a good sense of style for myself. I always wear makeup and dress and style myself like a woman, and I refuse to wear anything that can look remotely closer to a man (You could say this is one thing I never healed from? I don’t know if it needs healing). I don’t hate pants or anything, but even if I wear clothes like pants and shirts, I style it more feminine. 

    That is not something I think that is concerning….. However, she might be concerned about my humor, because let’s be honest, my dark self deprecating humor is quite troubling. 

    It is one of my hobbies tho, making jokes about myself (But let’s not get it twisted, I only joke about myself with everyone except my family. Because they keep making fun of me for everything)….. 😂

    That being said, she would love my hobbies. Exercising, writing and listening to music. 

    Yep Absolute heaven. 

    Keeping my mouth aside, I have quite intellectual hobbies. That keeps me sane.

    Oh and let’s not forget BTS. 😜

    Character

    After everything, when I talk about the kind of character I have…. It doesn’t really soothe anything at all. I am not a bad person, but I am not the nicest one in the room either. 

    The only reason I am not in jail is because I haven’t committed a crime, but the way I talk sometimes I might as well be locked up. 😂

    Well unfortunately for her, I for one have not become kinder at all. I am the same sharp-mouth girl I was, but I have developed a filter now. 

    I have become more empathetic and compassionate when needed, but kinder…. I would doubt that.

    One thing that I can be really certain about is, I have become stronger, I am a lot more stronger and smarter than I was as a child.

    That in no way means I care more about people. Let’s be honest, I am definitely not a people’s person. I hate people, but I do care about my people, my friends and my family.

    You know the irony of it all, I have to talk to people in my job all day every day. And I hate it.   

    Anyways, I still stand up for myself and have stronger boundaries. I don’t let people walk all over me, and I refuse to be pressured into doing something I don’t want to.

    The hard questions

    I am a simple person, I stay out of trouble and try to keep a clean, simple, drama free life, so I don’t think there is anything in my life that will disappoint her (because let’s be honest, you need to do something reckless to make a disappointing decision).

    When I think about my childhood, the only joy I miss is how careless everything was, all I had to do was study and get good grades. That’s that kind of luxury I don’t have anymore.

    I don’t even remember when I became so busy and lost my childhood. Maybe when I turned 13, I don’t remember being a child since then, I got my periods, things changed for me. 

    It’s not that I regret anything, but I think we all think about how life was easier when we were kids. 

    Honestly, the last couple of years I have tried my hardest to heal myself. I was able to do that for myself, which made me connect with my younger self more. Every part of her that I wanted to connect with is already with me, it’s like I never let her go.

    If there is a part of advice I needed to give to her it would be : 

    You will have a lot of falls, you will lose most of your childhood friends, you will lose your father. You will have rejections, you will have to mourn the deaths of people. You will have a lot of lows. But it is necessary for all the ups and self love you will experience. You will have true friendships. You will not find love (at least not at 29… maybe later) but you will have you, and that will be your biggest strength.

    Conclusion

    At the end, all I can think of is her being proud of me. She would look at me and think, I am so cool and pretty. She would definitely want to be me when we grow up.

    Now that I think about the dream I had during Covid, and I think of my younger self asking me why I left, all I want to say is that I never left. She was with me the whole time. I never let her go, I grew up, yes. But I kept her alive with me. 

    People might not see her, but I do. I know there will be someday I might trust people enough to see her, see that side of me. But for now, baby girl it’s just you and me.

    Let me know your thoughts below 👇🏻💕