So in about 30 minutes from now, it is going to be just one day left of my “21-hood”.
I am going to be a 22.
“I mean it just is a number though but it just gives an uncomfortable feel. More like, oh you’re aging feel.
Oh you have to start working and earn for yourself feel. And then maybe oh you need to settle for a good relationship. And and oh you have to just behave like a grown up. It won’t be too nice if you still fuss around small things. So oh you have to keep in mind all of these and a lot many more things, activities, probably a few perceptions, maybe manipulate or ignore or just be however the grown ups be. Or oh you cannot make mistakes all the time and then escape the blame because everybody loves you too much. Oh its time for you to realize that there is a need to make efforts to keep the loved ones close. And oh its time you stop being immature.
Soon you are going to be at a workplace and there no one would actually give a shit about your opinion, wants, needs like they did at your home’s dining table.
So oh maybe it is time and now that you have realized that time is going to only make you feel old from now on. Maybe you should just accept.
Maybe you should skip the drama and start with the energy, the enthusiasm, hope and hell lot of faith.
The “21” me.