For the past two years, on my birthday, I used to write something that I thought holds enough wisdom and meaning to share with you. Now, as I turned 25, I feel like I don’t have anything to say—maybe why this post is a week late. Yes, I turned 25 last week, and I don’t know how to feel about it?
I welcomed the month admiring the beauty that is the moon in its full waning gibbous glory. I was with my high school friends, strolling on a highway. It was nostalgic; it was youthful.
I don’t think you have to live so fiercely all the time —KNJ
The tragedy of life is not that it ends so soon, but that we wait so long to begin it.
You can skip this whole thing and just read my note at the end to get to the point. LOL I warned you.
It’s 2AM again. I am usually so emotional at this hour but right now, I don’t need distraction. My emotions are in check compared to the days that it was in shambles since March began. My heart doesn’t hurt. In fact, I’m kind of happy. Happy. The word has started to sound strange and indifferent. But, at this very moment, I will welcome it with open arms just how I embrace sadness. Fair enough? 🙂