THERE'S a part of me that’s itching to break free—to embrace rebellion in all its glory. Piercings, dating without overthinking, running away from the mundane, drinking without guilt, dressing boldly, staying out late, and coming home whenever I want.
I recently saw some of my old primary school classmates and ex-friends. They’re living the dream—or at least, that’s how it seems. Their lives are filled with freedom, adventure, and risks, while mine feels stuck in the same place. My family’s world has become my cage. I can’t take risks; I’m still fully dependent on them for everything. For crying out loud, I’m 20 years old. Well, almost 😬
I can’t help but believe that if I were a boy, life would’ve been better. Boys seem to have fewer restrictions, more freedom, and fewer judgments. It’s like the world gives them permission to explore, to fail, and to rise again. For me, the weight of expectations feels heavier.😔
BUT deep down, I know this isn’t about gender—it’s about finding my way. My life is stagnant because I haven’t taken the leap yet. The truth is, I don’t just want rebellion for rebellion’s sake. I want rebellion because I need freedom. I need to prove to myself that I can make choices, take risks, and learn from them.
IT'S time to start carving my own path. I want to try things, even if they don’t work out. I want to feel alive. Maybe this rebellion isn’t about running away from everything—it’s about running toward the person I want to be.
FOR now, I’ll start small. A piercing? Maybe. Dressing a little more boldly? Absolutely. Staying out late? I’ll get there. This is the beginning of me rewriting my story.
TO anyone else feeling stuck: maybe it’s time to take that first step, no matter how small. Let’s embrace the dream we want, not the one we’re told to follow.🙂
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