“We aren’t who we want to be. We are what society demands. We are what our parents choose. We don’t want to disappoint anyone; We have a great need to be loved. So we smother the best in us. Gradually, the light of our dreams turns into the monster of our nightmares. They become things not done, possibilities not lived…” by Paulo Coelho.
I was young and stupid. I didn’t know where to go or what to do. I spent my days without thinking first. I just want everyone to be happy, but I was forgetting me. And days gone by and by and by. And here I am, regretting this and that. And here I am, promising myself not to let my daughter to relive the circle.