Someone once told me that I was living in my time. Honestly, it caught me off guard because I did not expect that. You see, I have for the longest time been the ” late bloomer” who does not run on my friend’s timelines….. I am usually just the one catching up with them.
I see no problem with that but they do. Sometimes saying I am not working hard enough, or pursuing hard enough or putting more pressure or speaking my mind and blah, blah, blah………. in my mind, there is room for us all, even if I am going to be where they are right now, I will get there somehow. You see, I am a baby steps kind of person, and I know that you cannot walk before you crawl, so there is really no rush. I will live my best life when the time comes.
They say I am an independent one, and I do believe that there is truth to it. Honestly the crowd isn’t my friend if I cannot fit into it and what they say. Right now, what does it mean to be living in one’s time?
Wild thoughts run to having things going right for you, like for example getting your dream job, a house for some, others it is seeing the world or meeting and settling down with “the one”. Lately, to many others it is being part of a certain crowd and associating with a given class of individuals…..“ the rich gang”. We have the Stingy Men Association in Uganda(SMAU), I wouldn’t expect to see any lines to join this kind of association, but well….who am I to predict. I guess it comes from being where one once dreamed to be.
So the question is whether I am living in my time…. I guess I am…..actually no…..I do believe that I am living in my time. I am going to live in my time forever…. I just hope that I do not just live in my time, but also thrive in it too…….
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