In the passage of time, I, Zhang Mei, a 48-year-old leftover girl, stand at the crossroads of life and affectionately tell you my mental journey. This is not a story of picking and being chosen, but a journey of choice, struggle, and the persistent pursuit of happiness.
I was born into an ordinary family, and my parents were hardworking workers. From an early age, they instilled in me the concept of independence and self-improvement, and advised me to have a stable job. After studying hard, I was admitted to university, majored in finance, and successfully entered a small company as an accountant.
When I was young, I thought I was the only being, beautiful and talented. For the other half, my requirements are naturally quite high. Pick and choose, and always feel that the next one will be better. The advice of my friends drifted in my ears, and they said that it was almost enough, but I insisted that I deserved better.
As time passed, my friends got married and had children one by one, and entered a stable married life. And I'm still alone. Yes, I long for marriage, but when I see the trivial troubles I have to face to get married and have children, I start to hesitate again. Am I really ready to get married?
The death of my parents has left me with a rich inheritance. Having a house, a car, and savings, material wealth did not fill the emptiness in my heart. Looking at the picture of other people's family reunions, I felt lonely for a while. Especially during the holidays, the hustle and bustle of other people's homes makes me feel even more empty.
I began to reflect on my past, was I being picky, or had I never met the right person? As I got older, I felt tired and no longer willing to pick and choose. As long as someone is willing to marry me, I will never pick again! This is the true cry of my heart.
Today, I am 48 years old, and although I am old, I still believe in the existence of love. I knew that I might be asking too much, but I wasn't willing to compromise. If I can't find the right person, I can live the rest of my life on my own.
I would like to say to those who are still in the process of choosing: don't wait until you are old to regret it. Cherish every opportunity and don't let time leave regrets. At the same time, tell those who are looking for love: love is not an object, but a fit of heart. Don't choose blindly because of external pressure or vanity, true happiness comes from inner satisfaction.
Even though I'm 48 years old, I'm hopeful for the future. I believe that one day, I will meet that person who is willing to spend the rest of my life with me. Age is not a limit, we all have the right to pursue happiness and love. As long as we don't give up, happiness will come inadvertently.
I don't think the term "leftover woman" is a derogatory term, but a choice and attitude to life. Everyone has their own way of life and values, and as long as they live happily, comfortably, and meaningfully, it is the best life.
Finally, I would like to tell those who are still looking for love: don't lose hope, stick to your beliefs and principles, and believe that happiness will come eventually. I will continue to work hard and believe that in the near future, I will find that person who is willing to spend the rest of my life hand in hand. It's been a happy journey of my own.