A few weeks ago, I received some comments on Instagram and on my blog from people saying that they were envious of my life or that my life was ‘perfect’. And let my clarify this straight away : my life is NOT perfect. And who could claim their life is perfect anyway? Perfection doesn’t exist.
Yes, I post beautiful pictures of the places I travel to.
Yes, I am currently living my best life by working abroad.
Yes, I love my life.
Yes, I am currently happy.
Yes, I always smile on pictures I post.
Yes, yes and yes to all of that.
But like everyone else I guess, I only share what I want to share with you.
You don’t see me crying.
You don’t see me overthinking.
You don’t see me sad.
You don’t see the not-so beautiful places I sometimes go to.
You don’t see me when I’m in a bad mood.
You don’t see what I don’t want you to see.
I guess, as everyone else, I only share with you what I want/decide to share with you. I want to share some positive vibes and I don’t see the point of posting a picture of me when I’m sad for example.
Though, it doesn’t mean I’m pretending to have a perfect life. It doesn’t mean I’m not honest. It’s a choice I make to try and post happy moments of my life. Because I don’t see the point of sharing sad ones.
Even though, working abroad is what makes me happy at the moment, it comes with a price. And I’m not talking about money here. It does come with sacrifices. That I was willing to take. I chose that life. It doesn’t mean is perfect, even though it makes me happy.
I don’t get to see my family as often as I would like to for example. I am not the homesick-after-2-days type of person. Like, not at all. I’ve been used to live apart from my family as I’ve been in several boarding schools since I was 14. Also, I have an ability of adapting myself to a new environment quite quickly. So I’m ok with spending a few months away from ‘home’ (I’ll explain the speech marks later maybe, in another blog post). But when my little sister was born on 27th February, I was really sad. I wish I could have shared those first precious moments with my family. She is 1 month old now and I haven’t met her yet (I will soon though!). So please don’t tell me I’m lucky or that you envy my life. You could have the ‘same life’ if you really wanted to and if you were willing to take the same sacrifices as me.
With love, Anaïs