Like what my previous blog is about, I ran away from home. Yes, I ran away, in case you don’t know. That’s something I’m proud to say because I’ve learned and is learning a lot from it and not proud at the same time because I’ve hurt the people that care most for me and made them worried sick. Running away made me go out of my comfort zone, caused me to meet a lot of interesting and sometimes annoying people, a lot of different people coming from different walks of life. That little stint taught and is teaching me a lot of things starting from practicality, how to blend in and to stand out, how to manage life. Basically teaching me how to be an adult, and I’d like to share some of my take aways.
First is about money, since I’m already working and earning for myself, it means that I have to budget my money down to the last cent. I’m thankful to my parents because they did not shower me with lavish lifestyle, they taught me the importance of money and emphasized how managing it well will do me good. Back when I was not yet working and still asking allowance from my parents, I don’t really care how will I spend my money, all I’m doing was spending it all, going to coffee ahops, buying unnecessary things and then asking for more money. Put that on repeat, that’s my attitude towards money when I’m still dependent with my parents. I felt like I am a daughter of rich people, when in truth I am a daughter of two hard working people who want nothing short of the best for their children. Now that I’m living on my own, I’m happy to be eating at Jollibee and feels like I’m already treating myself when eating s4 or c2. Hehe! There’s definitely and change of mindset there and I’m thankful that my parents reiterated to my thick skull that I should live within my means and never beyond it, because I’m seeing a lot of people living lavishly beyond what their salary permits and when it’s time to pay the bills or it’s critical wallet days, there they are running like a headless chicken looking for someone to borrow money. In a way, I am seeing my old self to them and it makes me want to whack them and be like my parents (like a broken record telling them to save!) Don’t get me wrong, I’m not yet there when it comes to saving or managing my finances, I still have a lot of things to do and learn but I’m definitely starting and doing my best to be frugal but I never forget to treat myself every once in a while, especially if my stats are good, and usually it’s just a good cup of coffee or a hearty bowl of ramen! Hehe.
Second on my list is that I’ll meet a lot of people and all have different stories to tell. Back at home, I felt like I have a set of curated friends, coming from almost similar background. When I ran away, to say that I am shocked/amazed to the stories I heard is an understatement. After hearing some of those tales or life experiences, I’ve realized how good I had my life and how I’ve taken for granted the comfort my parents worked hard to provide me. I’ve met and talked to a lot of people and surprisingly they are very open about their life stories, some heart-wrenching, others made me question if it’s really possible because it is too inhumane, well at least for me and my sheltered life. Now whenever I see someone interesting, I always wonder what’s their story. Sometimes it’s not enough to be just kind, sometimes you have to lend your ears as well, listen to them gloat, it makes a huge difference, with that small act you can be saving a life without knowing it. 🙂
Lastly, in my darkest time, the time wherein I’m lost, too overwhelmed and being blinded and unable to see what’s right and wrong then I’ll see who my true friends really are. And by true friends, I mean not only those who are with me most of the time but those friends who will tell straight to my face what they think about what I do and not those friends who will agree to everything I do and say and then they’ll blab on my back tell things I wish they said directly to me.
In addition, people will break your trust, hurt you, whether intentionally or unintentionally. And yes, it’s okay to be angry, it’s normal, you’re hurt. What’s not okay is carrying this anger for so long. Why? Because you’re making yourself suffer from these negative feelings. Let go of your anger, learn from what you went through and be wiser.
I love you all, beautiful people! This post is long overdue but I finally had the time to post this. Kisses til next time! Xo 💋