When Will my Life Begin?
They say life starts when you are born. Your life begins when you are out of your mother’s vagina, and the nurses won’t stop slapping your butt until you cry, and that’s the first time you feel pain. Babies cry when they are hungry and cold. How I wish adults could do the same. We can’t just cry if we are hungry and waiting for someone to feed us. Instead, we should take action to fill our empty stomachs. It sucks when, in the first place, your parents don’t have your permission to be born, and your future is in your hands. But here we are, where we only have two options in life: to die or to live with suffering. So, I choose to live with suffering. I’m turning 24 on the 17th of September, and honestly, there’s nothing special about it. It’s just a reminder that I’ve added another year to endure. I earned my degree and got my license at 23—and that’s it. I don’t know what comes next. It feels like that was the end of my life—the end of my produ...