viel Farbe gab es tatsächlich nicht heute am frühen Nachmittag am Chiemsee.. die Sonne kam kaum durch die Wolken, oder war es doch nur Nebel ? jedenfalls sah es märchenhaft aus und nun zeige ich es Euch in diesem Stil .
I don't know who needs to hear this but I feel like I need to say it... Success is not something that can be standardised, it can not be fixed. The world tells you success is going to a posh school where they teach you good English, it is acing your exams, getting into a good college and then going abroad for university or some fancy university at home. It will tell you it is getting a 6 figure salary after you graduate and a job at a fancy corporate office. It is moving to a big city, making your way up the ladder to the circle of elite and rich. They say it is buying your first car at 25, finding a partner, throwing a fancy wedding and starting family before you hit 30!
They will tell you success is being able to afford luxury... Wearing branded clothes, eating at posh eateries, going on foreign trips. Excelling in your field and getting awards.
They have it all predefined for you, ingrained it n your brain... They have conditioned you to judge yourself by these standrads so you do it to yourself all the time even when you don't realize it. So you start comparing yourself with Sara from your school, who went to Harvard Law or Haris in your office who got his social science degree from LUMS and overwhelms you with his use of jargons... Totally forgetting that you realities, struggles and context was completely different. You forget that your father didn't have the money to pay for SATs, that he couldn't afford the application fee to the colleges abroad. That even applying for scholarships was a luxury that you couldn't afford.
You forget that your colleague who overwhelms you despite his vast vocabulary don't know how to write, how to utter a poem. You forget that your poems have been featured in international magazines. All those words that you learnt yourself, that you strung together were featured.
You forget that you hail from a conservative family, that you fought your way through to get admission in university... You forget that you are the first ever girl from your village to have got a job... (1/3)