We want things money can no longer buy. We want happiness, but a new phone won’t suffice.
We have no problem talking to adults. If you’re an only child, chances are you’re like me and spent most of your childhood being dragged to social gatherings with your parents and their friends.
Sometimes this whole adult thing is just too much.
Your purpose is more than a college degree and a desk in an office. It’s so much more than your nine to five job. Somewhere along the line, underneath the pile of uncertainty and stress, you forgot that you are more than your career.
I don’t feel old enough to be adult. I still get excited about blowing bubbles, love Paddington Bear, and fervently believe that ice cream constitutes a food group (it’s got calcium in it, right? I need that for healthy bones so it’s kind of like a superfood…).
In this day and age, some parents would rather be a friend to their children than a parent.
Whether it’s good or bad, luck is the title given to something that is entirely self-made.
Instinctively, I wanted to take it upon myself to help him, to tell him it was going to be okay, to tell him not to do it. He reached out to me, so it was my responsibility, right?
I know this doesn’t apply to everyone, not everyone is a student and not everyone wants a dog, but for both that fit this category I give you my reasons why.
You won the lottery at birth, and with that comes tremendous opportunity.