First Step

On my first birthday I had made my first step. By than I was already talking fluently and had made my parents very proud of their small but genius daughter.

The overzealous atmosphere had made me continue striving to achieve more than is expected of my age.

By the age of five I was already reading and writing by myself and at six I had started learning a second language. My father was teaching me Algebra and Geometry before I had even set foot in school.

As I was already reading by myself in kindergarten, I started reading long - 500-1000 word - epics in elementary school. In junior high I had decided to read only in a foreign language and by the age of 14 I was already in the process of studying a couple more languages.

However, as I kept growing up the shelf, by which I was being measured, kept raising and I needed to exert myself more and more.

At a certain point I had had enough of this never ending chase, leading nowhere, and realized that although making my first step as a toddler might be very exciting, keeping myself stable and balancing myself at 27 - going on 28 - is quite mundane.


—Time's Up—