Some thoughts in my head.

I sat in a cafe with my drink in hand, reading a book that my younger self would have enjoyed.

It's those usual chick flick sort of books. 

The girl who lives in a shit apartment with an okay job. But she's glad anyway because she is now in the city and in a way, she feels like she has arrived.  

When I was 10 years younger, reading these books only made me feel like, wow, what an exciting life.
Yes, she hasn't arrived yet. But atleast she's on the way to where she wants to be.
I wished I was her.
I wished my life has begun. 

Now, 10 years forward.
I still read these kind of books and have a good laugh.

10 years forward, and I can relate to these characters. Heck, I'm the same age as the characters or even older. 

To be honest, if you look at it, not much has really changed with my life.
I still live in the same house.
I still live in the same city.

Only one thing has really changed.
I have started on the journey on my life.

I am building my life now, brick by brick.

And it does excites me. 

I am happy.

It's not easy at times.

Tempers will flare. Situations will escalate. Values will clash. Things will go awry.

And honestly, I'm not sure how I'll handle those really bad situations.

But for now, I just try to be understanding and try not to offend.

But sometimes I fail.

Anyhow, I'll just do my best.

And I'll build my life, brick by brick.

Let's just see how things turn out.