Even now when I have decided to face it, it is only partial, my confrontation so happens to be in my second language, not my mother tongue. This can only mean there is a barrier between myself and I, not just a language one.
Days slip by....
I can't keep up with you!
And this is not the way I thought it would be.
I suddenly found myself in a battle that I have to win. A battle to decide who I want to be and what I want to do with my life. My life was never a battle and I hate this, I hate this and I am starting to believe I was never meant to do anything useful with my life.
Do I have to do my Masters?
Do I have to learn a third language?
Do I have to be involved in politics?
Do I have to have a cause that will make earth a better place if I fought hard enough?
Do I have to read multiple books by authors who introduced new ideas to the human race?
The pressure I have to face is like the pressure "shallower" women have to face to be "perfect" in beauty magazines' definition.
I feel pressured into having to be our first female president for you to like me and this is not fun.
This is very personal and you don't have the time to hear it from me.
So I put it on my blog, I put my emotions and fears for other people to read it.
I doubt you will have the time to read my blog.