Right now in life, everything seems like you're coming to a dead-end. To the end of the road. At the edge of a cliff. You absolutely have no idea where life might take you. You keep thinking of the life you've been picturing for so long--and this life isn't even close to what you're dreaming of. You haven't been on the place where you should be right now. That dream job hasn't been yours. Even the plan of getting married by 25 is forgotten because hell, every guy wants to take it 'casual' right now. You try to play it cool, try to brush it off. Telling people that 'I am living in my own timeline' or 'Things will falls into place for me one day' but you can't help to wonder: when is that 'one day' will actually happens to you? Why aren't you living the same timeline like your bestfriend who's already pregnant with her second child? Aren't you good enough either to be a mom? Why are you keep doing the same job...