Unlearning the Habit of Settling
The tale of a conscious choice to never settle
When I was 10, I thought I had it all figured out. My mother had given me a path and I diligently followed it until I was 24.
That path was go to school, get a job and continue to work until I’ve reached the top — all the meanwhile tasked with finding a secretly rich boyfriend who didn’t drink or smoke so that I could get married, have children and live happily ever after.
I think I was too young to recognize or accept that my mother lived in a Crazy Rich Asians kind of dream.
When I was 24, I finally rebelled in the worst imaginable way — I moved out.
Fast forward a few years later and I’m sitting at the dining table with a computer nicked named Potato due to its age and speed, living on my savings whilst trying to achieve my desire for freedom.
Growing up, I fell into a habit of settling for the dreams created by others. There was certainly a split personality thing going on. I would do everything I could to please everyone inside my little world. It was easier to be gently miserable than to play the hard game of life. But the one thing no one told is me that misery compounds over time.
