Iskolar ng Bayan.
Catholic environmentalist engineering student who likes clothes, cooking, literature, weird movies and music.
The thought ran through my mind. Why do people get married anyway?
I suppose I’m young and social and surrounded by people I love and who love me. But people pair off and form their microcosms and that becomes their world.
I have long established that I do not want my world in a tiny little space, revolving around a few people. I want my world to be the world. I want to live in service, unhindered service.
I suppose people might find it weird that I find family to be a hindrance. I know you will never love like you love a family. I know. I want to love a country—you will never love like you love a country. I know you will never influence and mold someone like your own child, someone who came from you and depends on you. I want to mold societies.
I picture my twenties in a condo. Near work. I picture myself taking care of my mother and father. I picture myself dedicated to a job that is trying to make a change. I picture myself spending on music, a simple car, taking my parents out traveling.
In this future, I do not see a husband.
I do picture myself dying with one.
So perhaps when I’m older.
But I swear, I don’t want any children. My mind might change some day, though, I’m not writing anything in stone.
I felt a tad judged because of these opinions. I don’t have to answer to anybody.
I think this is brought upon by the fact that I’m turning twenty in a few months. I will be twenty. At nineteen, yes, I do feel like an adult. I make my own decisions and I am working to make myself a better person.
I don’t have to answer to anybody.
I really think I’m ready
I just feel there is so much love i can give.
The years between eighteen and twenty-eight are the hardest, psychologically. It’s then you realize this is make or break, you no longer have the excuse of youth, and it is time to become an adult – but you are not ready.