23 why? Why rush to get there? Such a complicated year. At 23 I am a desert. I got nothing apart from an oasis of tears. Tears that are almost running dry.
At 23 , my peers are swimming in money-glory. Those I once called classmates are narrating success stories. Their purpose is already clear to them. While I at 23 my whole being is like a cabbage. Just there.
At 23 I have dreamt , visualized ,then collapsed. The more I dream the more I become weak. My mind's a fixed mess. A mix of random puzzles in need of a solution.
At 23 I am more depressed than my parent. Falling sick like a beat human. Aging like rotten avocados. Ulcers , anxiety attacks and self pity all playing poker with my immunity. 23 is scam.
At 23 I am in awe of my situation. I am left behind emotionally and professionally. My mind's stuck. I can't think beyond sleep , food and 'i am a loser'. At 23 I never felt more illeterate.
At 23 I have tried almost every online business idea. Signed up , logged in , browsed variety of money making websites. Yet , nothing that elevates my hustling spirit , which apparently I don't have. What to do at 23? At 23 I have nothing. Even the air I breathe, I own it not.
All I have at 23 are rhetorical dreams and ideas. TikTok content I have created , yet an ounce of doubt has deleted it. My heart is heavy carrying a passion I am yet to unravel. My head aches overthinking what could probably go wrong before 24. What did I do to 23?