Happy Twenty-Three to Me!
On November 11th, I celebrated my 23 birthday. It was a weird experience because it didn’t really feel like my birthday. There is usually much more excitement the week beforehand. I usually count down the days and make sure everyone I know and their mother know it’s my birthday. I wonder if it’s a sign of maturity? More likely dread.
After midnight on my 22nd birthday I cried. I have always been a little dramatic but it really felt like I was no longer a youth at that point.
Of course, I still irresponsible and a little ignorant; but I’m slowly becoming more and more aware of myself as a person and the people around me.
One thing I’ve noticed is that there is more grey spaces in the world than black and white. The lines aren’t so definite. It all depends on the matter of perspective. The bad guy isn’t necessarily evil, but rather might have a different opinion or view on the situation.
Maybe the people I never got along with when I was younger weren’t wrong (there are some exceptions) but more likely seeing a different picture.
I’m not going to get all deep on you right now. It’s just something that’s been on my mind on the past few days. Maybe I’ll collect all my thoughts and write a song about it one day.
Anyways, Happy Birthday to me! I’ll currently sick and have been spending a lot of my time resting and watching Netflix.