21.

Its a month to my birthday and I’m not really sure how to feel about it,I can tell I’m not excited about it,I am turning 21 and I don’t think I’m ready.If only I was 12 again,that wasn’t my best year either but I don’t mind reliving it.

Growing older is inventible and I believe change is part of the problem,when I was 12 my only problem was the changes that comes with adolescence and probably my maths homework.

Now that have existed for two whole decades I have realized that as we grow older we are entitled to pick and follow our own paths that aren’t that smooth,everyone is likely to come across a rough patch and how you choose to cross it might have a great impact upon your life.

The best way to be alive is by living a life that’s true to yourself ,are you a good person cause you want to be one? Or are you a good person because you want to be viewed as one?, this is one of the many questions I keep asking myself.

I can’t be the only 20 year old that isn’t sure of who they are ,well I do know what I like and the kind of people I enjoy spending time with but there’s a lot I don’t know,but I do know where I want to be in life and I have a vague idea of what will get me there but there’s much I still have to know.

I feel like have lived through a 1/4 of my life and its truly not an easy task,I wonder how my autobiography had to be the hardest thing I have to write.if only growing younger was an option.

It bothers me that life is considered parrarel with cyclic events,we all are born to live and live to die.