07/21/2026
I wrote this poem after leaving university and starting my first full-time job. Adulthood was nothing like I had expected. It was lonelier, more stressful, and though you were surrounded by people all day, it was even more alienating to interact with people and perform the role you have to play at work.
I felt disillusioned and confused. This is what I’d been working towards my entire life, really. I wanted to make my parents proud. I feel like I owe it to them, knowing how difficult life has been for them. I cannot even begin to imagine life for them—immigrating to an entirely different place where they speak a language that confuses you, where you are treated as an outsider, and you have very little security in your most basic survival needs, like a roof over your head and food on the table.
I know that I have not had to experience any of that, and I owe it to them. My struggles have been there, surely, but wildly, wildly different.
What does success mean to me? Am I spoiled by the privilege I have to even ask for more than the baseline of economic security? I seek art, fulfilment, spiritual awakening. I am not good with all these career things or money things. Everyone always seems to know better than me what is going on. I just want to write and make beautiful things.
I don’t really know what this means, or how the time flew by so quickly, but, yeah. I suppose I’m a lady now. I’m all grown up now.
Thank you for reading my preamble. Poem by ❤️🥰