However, when I look around me, I realise that I am living cosily inside my own bubble. My concerns with life is far different from people my age with children who are confronted with the daily rigors of family life. From women raising their own child on their own and making sure there is enough bread on the table. From other women who longed to have a child but cannot. From people and families who struggle every day and every month to make ends meet. From others out there who longed to fulfil even just a tenth of their bucket list.
We all each have our own little bubble and we live in them. I know perfectly that my concerns in life fail in comparison to what others out there are facing. It makes me feel silly to see the raw reality outside of my bubble.
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