What will your life be like in three years?

I’m trying to be on my own with whatever small steps I’m taking now. Hopefully, three years from now, I’ll be able to make my own place and identity — something that truly reflects who I am and what I stand for. Though I started late, I believe it’s never too late to begin again, to rebuild, and to rediscover myself.💞

Sometimes, even when all we wish for is a simple life with the bare minimum of desires, the world — especially our own people — doesn’t let us be. They question our choices, taunt our pace, and insult the quiet dreams we hold within.
Yet, whatever those bare minimum desires I have, I want to fulfill them on my own — not to prove a point, not to compete, but to live with a sense of quiet independence and self-worth.🌿

I’m not trying to condemn anyone, nor am I in any race or competition. Everyone walks their own path, and this is mine — slow, steady, and honest.🍀
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In three years, I hope to live a life that feels deeply mine — not measured by success or approval, but by inner calm, purpose, and self-respect. I want to look back and know that I didn’t let bitterness shape me, that I chose understanding over anger, and that I kept moving forward, even when the world tried to pull me back.
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