Turning 28

I used to be a dreamer. I wanted to be a musician, a writer, a photographer, an artist, a church worker, and a business owner. But now I'm 28, and I barely have the skills I needed to be what I wanted to be.

I was rejected to my dream company, I did not accept an offer from the biggest media company in our country because the starting salary won't pay my bills, and I settle on things that I never wanted.

I think the magic of being a kid is having the courage
on making a big dream. It's just hard when you're old and you no longer care if you'll disappoint other people. I'm afraid to disappoint myself.