And just like that, 26 years of my life have become a memory. I have grown older and so are the people around my life. I have gained so much experience in such a short time that it feels like I have lived multiple lives. Some things change but some stays the same. My slight OCD and I think a potential ADD is still there but I have come to peace with them. My head is becoming a better place for me to be in and I have stopped overthinking at least for most of the time (5 years to get over that event, character building but it was sure a shit experience). The anxiety has subsided a bit but it’s still there and that’s okay, they are there because of a past experience and I am learning throughout.
27 years and thankfully there’s more reason for me to smile than to be sad. I think God threw me a curveball these past few years though; thinking I got it all figured out then shoved more people in my life to see that there’s more to life than what I thought there was. One particular curveball was definitely fate but I’ll keep the whole story to myself. You know, in a universe with endless possibilities; what are the odds that you meet another person…. nevermind, call it fate because there’s no use explaining it.
27 years and the look on my face is a bit more weathered and tired but that’s okay. It’s the rite of time and everyone has to go through it. I accept that one day I’ll wither away and I will make way for the new for that’s how things are. I don’t intend to live forever but I intend to live a long and fulfilling life and that’s already starting
27 years and my love for the people that matter to me are still going strong. I have not lost the very essence that made me who I am which is the kindness that lives and breathes as long as I am here. While not all the love that I gave was returned but that’s okay; I never expected anything in return from anyone and though some have naturally moved on (and passed on) I still kept true to myself by being kind. A bit of sidetrack, I do believe love is one thing that transcends life and death. Though I cannot hold their hands physically or hear their voices anymore; the love that I give them will never change.
27 years and things are pretty fun; I have a travel buddy and a tattoo buddy. Not many people can say that but hey I’m enjoying this ride so far, no pressure and just riding the wave as it comes. I need more of this in my life and I am grateful that I get to experience this.
27 years and the best is yet to come, like a symphony; my life has yet to reach its crescendo and I never know when will that come. I do know that I still have a lot to give and a lot more in my tank.
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Dylan Thomas – 1914-1953
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Until then,
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