"The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike!"
Time runs especially when you are in your twenties. You start living in a haze without having a moment for yourself. This machine-like Society has already decided that the best years of your life should be stressful and hectic. It is the decade of plans and lifetime decisions with unmeasurable amounts of sacrifices. "Twenties" is the threshold of adulthood (the portal of regrets and nostalgia). What one really wants to be? What would be the ideal life for oneself? When it comes to me, it's pretty much simple. All becomes clear when I shut the door of my bedroom. I see myself acting in a tremendous stage. Huge applauses would resonate at the theater the moment the curtains would fall down. Later, a beautiful man would hand me a bouquet of seven red roses, and embrace me with his unconditional love. "Now, you're mine. Let's go home."- He would say in his husky voice. Home! It would be a beautiful cozy cottage by the sea. It's Su...