What do you want to be when you grow up? Or rather, who do you want to be? This simple question has danced around my head almost a million times. I’ve always wondered who I want to be known as- the kind, sweet girl who was always full of love, or the absolute diva who was unbothered and didn’t care about the opinions of other people. I guess I am a mix of both, but I find my personality rather confusing. I want to be remembered as a good friend. When someone hears my name, I

I often imagine myself at the age of sixty years old, where I wonder what my life looks like. Do I have a job to go to? Do I have grandchildren? Are my children in a stable condition? Am I happy with my life? I often observe my grandparents and what goes on in their minds. Do they wonder about existential life? Do they ponder upon their memories? Are they happy with the trajectory of their life? A few months ago, my grandpa had a transient ischemic attack (TIA), which is basi

I once asked my mother, “What do you want to be when you grow up?” and then I realised that it was too late to ask that question. Sometimes I wonder how different her life could have been if she hadn’t got married and had me. She could have chased her dreams, lived her own way, and explored the world on her own. My grandma tells me that she got married at 16 and had no one to support her. She tells me how alone and lonely she felt, and how scared she was. It’s crazy to think