Hello everyone, this is my first personal blog.
Today is a special day — I turn 19. It marks the end of my teenage years and the beginning of adulthood.
Only my family and a few relatives remembered. My best friend didn’t. It stings, but I’m not shocked. Over the years, I’ve accepted a truth: there are no permanent friends or permanent enemies. No one truly loves you except your parents. No one’s going to help you unless you help yourself first.
I’ve been betrayed. I’ve been disappointed. I’ve learned.
Wearing the Mask
For 3 to 4 months, I created a “fake” version of myself — louder, more confident, more social. People loved that version of me. I made friends easily. Girls noticed me. But that wasn’t me. I’m naturally shy and introverted. And when I dropped the act, I saw how quickly people lost interest.
I realized something important: people like your mask, not your truth.
Entering Adulthood
I can’t believe I’m 19 today.
Am I happy? Not really. Not sad either. It’s just… neutral.
Maybe that’s what growing up feels like.
I’m not excelling in studies right now, but I’ve made a promise to myself: I’ve got 4 years to turn my life around. My father is 55. Soon, the responsibilities of this house will be on me.
And the truth? We are men. We don’t get the comfort society gives others. We don’t get anything “for free.” We have to earn our worth — every single step of the way.
Happiness Is a Choice
Over the years, I slowly killed the creative side of me. I thought it didn’t help in “real life.” But recently, I met a woman on a train. She told me to engage in creativity — to do things that bring color to life. And for the first time in a while, that idea felt right.
Traveling. Writing. Reflecting. Even sitting alone. These are the things that make me feel alive. So yes — I choose happiness.
Final Thoughts
This blog isn’t about sadness. It’s about truth.
I’m 19. I’m alone in many ways. But I’m also aware. Grounded. And ready.
No fake dreams. No fake friendships. Just purpose, pain, and potential.
