Doesn't it feel stupid when someone says they'd forgotten their own birthday? How can that happen??? Alas! I almost forgot my birthday this time. And when yesterday granma reminded me that I turn 22 on 14th, I said "Big Deal". But nop. I was wrong. It IS a big deal!
22. Giving butterflies in my stomach. That number. This year is going to prove a turning point in life. Well, I have had many turning points previously, but I suspect they get bigger with my age. Another lollipop? Maybe. Or maybe multiple lollipops. Forget about what has life planned for me. As it normally happens with me, I am equally curious about what am I going to do with myself.
Recently a friend was telling me about crafting a delicate art-piece. You feel like completing it with one stroke of hand. But that can highly spoil the piece. Do it slowly, carefully, and it gets difficult to maintain steadiness and patience. Isn't life the same? It unfolds itself slowly, smoothly, only when the time comes. One stoke of hand hardly works here. Yes, sometimes, the single stroke is the only right thing to do. But those cases are rare. Wonder if I'll come across them some time soon?
HOLD IT ! !! !!!!
Am I going abstract again? That wasn't the plan. I'll just stop :D
Well, happy 22 to me!