I'm months away from the big quarter of a century... the big 25. I know that's still considered young - but I'm just like anyone at a certain age I'd expect myself to be more established and have my life more figured out. I remember when I was 12, 13, 14...

''When I'm 25 years old and an adult - I'll have money, my life figured all out, and everything will be perfect.''

But looking in hindsight - this was far from the case. I always waiting for something to happen.. and waiting is exactly that... waiting. Waiting for an opportunity, relying on something/someone to come and save me from my troubles; and guess what?

That day never came.

I spent five years in University for an arts degree that I don't use - because it made my parents happy, it made me not want to let anyone down, because it was the right thing to do because everyone else was doing it?