Happy Birthday to Me

21st October 1997…a girl was born from two parents being in love, she started making her first steps, she started talking, she went to school, she made friends, she fell in love, she got in university, she made mistakes. But how she loved every mistake she has made that brought her here, made her what she is now in the age of 19.

Well, this day came again for the 19th time in my life. The day I was born. Every year this special day I feel happy but I somehow need to waste it with myself. Like it is a personal day, a private moment. I need to think how were the years that past, the moments I had and to think of what I would like to do in my life until the next birthday.

Now, I’m 19, I feel complete and pleasure for the years I’ve lived, I’m trying every day to become a better me. Sometimes I’m proud of myself and others I don’t manage it. But what I’m proud of myself for is that I never quitted and I’ve never wanted so far to treat someone unfairly. 

We use to make wishes before we blow the fire of the candles. My wishes for this year of my life starting now is only two: to be healthy and to have the people I love happy in my life.

I’m afraid of time, I’m afraid of death. All I want is to live. I’m afraid of getting old. And I admit it. It needs really mature thinking and wisdom to accept the fact that you get old, that you grow.

After years of thinking I came to a conclusion. You can’t help getting older but you don’t have to get old. As long as you have goals in your life you can never get old! 

Keep calm and be crazy, laugh, love and live it up because this is the oldest you’ve been and the youngest you’ll ever be again. Life is too short to be lived counting the years…just enjoy the ride and make awesome memories.