sad truths from a 27y.o.

After you turn twenty-five, life accelerates at an incredible pace.

Health is not a given. My prostate needs urgent attention, as do my knees.

People who were once your friends are becoming strangers.

Sometimes you are the bad guy.

There's no such thing as karma. Sometimes bad people win and never face consequences.

You can’t save people.

Doing your best and making sacrifices do not guarantee success. You can speak as many languages as you want, have multiple degrees and certificates and still be doing a monotonous shitty job or be rejected at the simplest of jobs.

Work is not fun. My coworkers are not my friends. My boss doesn't care if I am happy. HR is there to protect the company from me, not the other way around. I am replaceable no matter how intelligent and diligent I may be.

Merit is bullshit.

I am nowhere near as intelligent and attractive as I thought I was.

$100 is actually not a lot of money. Less so, when your currency is in a free fall, and so is your salary. Making $700 a month sucks, more so when you have to pay $150 as a monthly mortgage installment.

No matter how much you care for and value someone, they’re never obligated to be the same to you. Especially friends.

In a relationship, love is not just enough.

Nostalgia is always a liar.

Worrying about what others think is pointless, most people are so caught up in themselves they barely know anyone else exists. Don’t let your ego convince you that anyone gives a shit about what you’re doing.

The idea of God is basically Santa for adults.