20
So I’m 20 now. I had a beautiful birthday on Sunday, October 9th. It was full of love and life, great company, presents, and food. To sum up, my special day was nothing short of incredibly special. A birthday is just a day, and I feel no older than I was last weekend. 20, however, is an interesting age. I find that I’m too young to do some of the things that I want to do, yet too old to do many of the things that now sound very appealing. I am ambivalent, but shouldn’t forget that nothing has changed but the turn of a life’s decade.
Day by day we grow up. We live our adolescences waiting to bridge the gap between childhood and adulthood, hardly recognizing that there exists no space between the two. All of a sudden, we patronize those younger than we, and no longer fondle the dreams of our once infinitely bounded imaginations. But we all stay young: we begin breaking our own rules when we can no longer defy our parents. We look for comfort in the dark between whispers to those whom we love. Our birthday wishes are still a serious matter. But above all, we continue to hope against all logic and memory. In spite of everything years and experience have taught us, hope doesn’t fade, as it never should. I know I’m young, and I know you are too. We all are. I should probably dam my stream of consciousness now, but I want to end this with a few resolutions for myself. For myself during the next ten years I will spend in my twenties.
I will never forget that what is most worthwhile requires the longest whiles of wait.
I won’t waste my imagination on worry.
I will realize that there is no such thing as a safe investment.
I will let it rain when it rains.
I will learn that good ideas, promises and intentions don’t always lead to good actions.
I will never give up.
I will try to wear my hair in different ways.
