Looking for the silver lining

With all the nonsensical drama that has been bugging me recently, I cannot help but feel helpless and being depressed about things. Although I must admit that there are a few good things that I can hold on to and count on to bring me back to a better place. I should call these people/things my wooden plank and pretend I'm Rose from Titanic. Even when all hope seems lost and my Jack has frozen to death, I still have a wooden plank to lie on until I'm rescued. Lately I'm getting tired of holding on to things that make me unhappy and have started questioning my own thoughts. Why can't I start focusing on things that I'm lucky enough to have, instead of dwelling on things that make me feel miserable? Yes, they're miserable and are still in my life but since I have to live with them then I shall put in extra effort to focus on things that make me happy. I'm going to leave them negative thoughts at the dumpster tonight and enjoy my not-too-bad life. Tonight is my friend, Joanna's hen's night and I'm looking forward to have a great girls' night out. Hope there aren't too many indoor smokers around to spoil my mood (and vision). If I manage to capture some nice sassy photos, I'll be happy enough to share some in a next post :)

Que sera sera

When I was just a little girl, I never asked my mother what will I be. I never paid attention to whether I'll be pretty, if I'll be rich and she never said anything to me. 

But as I hit puberty, I started wondering why my mother still wouldn't invest in proper teenage skincare products for me while I envy other girls who at that time seemed to have smoother faces than I did. Despite not being the rose that every bee would buzz around at school, I was going about fine and enjoyed my carefree days as a teenager. I successfully transitioned from a child to an emotional teenager.

Then came the proper growing up phase as I marched into my 20s. The responsibilities of becoming an adult seemed all too real just a few years ago and thankfully I turned out to be a responsible adult. Sometimes maybe a tad too responsible (translation: boring!!). It sure wasn't easy moving on to becoming an adult. Right now it seems like the world is on my shoulders where I stand. Kind of makes me wish for the end of the world this Friday to be true, just so I can escape from the rut that I'm in. 

I'm at lost thinking if I should wait and see if things take a better turn, or take matters into my own hands and go on a new path. It's not like I didn't give it time. It's been a year and whenever things seem to be getting better, it all turns out to be the same and I'm getting tired. But a part of me wants to stay and watch it grow. 

Is this what adults deal with or am I going down the path of a mid-life crisis too soon?