@Ellehcim 4 August 2025

Posting Old Drafts 1: Adulting I got some time on my hands, so I got this random thought of checking out the drafts I've written throughout the years that I've been here in **read cash**. I found one interesting draft that you'll read through in a short while, and I chose this one because there's no better time to remind the world of my love-hate relationship with adulthood! Take note that this was a draft from few years ago. If you read further, I'll compare this write up with how I feel right now. Now, the draft (which is no longer one, because you're seeing it already) ... Now, I have no choice but to deal with this. *Adulthood*. Another writer here also talked about his own thoughts about adulting. I know we can always think about not-so-nice ideas about it. It was the phase where the pain of reality slaps hard, and we have no choice but to keep going, because whether we like it or not, we are now the master of our fate. Our decisions matter now. In our own hands, and minds, lies the fate that's gonna unfold before us. Yes, I am not exaggerating, this is the dark reality of adulting. It's a time where I felt like I am always hustling, running after something—yet, I also want to just relax and just wait for my time. It's always a struggle balancing these two opposite ideas. Be in a hurry to take action, or to just follow my own pace and let my own time shine when it's right? Wait, *when* is the right time, my friend? Where should I go? Why is it so hard? It's the time I could not help but look at the other successful people my age, already achieving double, maybe even triple more than I have. Yet, I always convince myself that I should not compare myself to others. We have different timelines, right? *Yes, but to think others' stars may shine later than the others, can sometimes make me think like it's unfair. What do you think?* It has always been unfair, right? Do you agree? Then I get to think that yeah, life's not fair, but if others were able to overcome their battles, and still prosper, why am I still in the same place? Am I not doing my best enough? How do you measure what's best? You might be rolling your eyes right now, but yeah, it's a reality of adulting, *again*. Lots of questions. Lots of instances being stuck in the crossroads. Lots of tempting choices that just make us overthink further. *There are even times that reading success stories brings us down more than motivate us. I know you can definitely relate.* END Okay, now the commentary. Note that I didn't add nor remove any word in the passage. That would steal from it the authenticity of what's in the past, right? I honestly can't pinpoint the experience I was going through by the time I wrote it, as I didn't include the date, which is also odd, as I usually add dates in my articles before. Now, I am 25, going 26, and I can say that adulting and I still have some fights from time to time. It's a constant struggle of wanting to be young again and just enjoy life freely, versus enjoying the fun side of being an adult! I believe I am not the only one who feels this. Right now, though, I got back on track with my relationship with God since 2023, if I remember it right, and life has been better since then. Yes, I do struggle still, cry, and fight battles, but I got peace in chaos, knowing I am loved and protected by God. As you saw in the title, it's only part 1 of my **"Posting Old Draft"** series. I am planning to empty my drafts, so expect more! And!!! ****You can also join if you want****! Do you also have works sitting in your drafts? Why don't you go and release them from that place and free them from collecting dust? This might be a mini challenge, just in case anyone joins, though. Let me know if this works. You can use this hashtag *#postingolddrafts*, so I can check from this easily from time to time, or you can just mention me. :)) I spent pretty much ten minutes on this article, since I only did the "commentary" part, nothing much to add to an almost complete yet unposted draft. Thanks for coming by! To God be the Glory.