Today, I read an article about how awesome it is to be in 20s. It dwelt on the great hype of being twenty something, of the fearless and the crazy heart it has, and the moments that defined this mad age. I was teary-eyed as I reminisce my own story. I suddenly found myself making a mental note, a checklist of the things I have already done and haven't. And in a snap, I felt warned realizing I have less than a year to celebrate the messy and beautiful stage of being in my 20s.
So far, and about to come to an end, I feel I have lived my 20s fully. I tried to discover myself. I lost it and fought back. I skipped classes, failed expectations and almost killed myself. I drown in laughter, in booze, tears and some weed. I met a man and fell in love. I also broke someone's heart. I felt misunderstood and alone. I smiled because I found love then and again. I have scars and fresh wounds. I am still trying and feeling weak. I am made stronger by age and fear. I have regrets but I am willing to accept.
I am still in my 20s and as long as there's time left, I am counting and living every minute of it. I would want to say hello 30 and thank you 20s..with a huge smile and a happy heart.
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