Happy Birthday to me.
21 years of simplicity, spontaneity and happiness.
"Birthday Girl" claiming to be of-age. :)
There’s so much in this life to be thankful for. I may not have experienced life at it’s best but it offered me a lot more than i asked for. From being my daddy’s little girl to a young rebel to a happy-go-lucky hopeless romantic woman.
It feels good being 21.
But in a strange way, I almost feel old now. This is, of course, absurd. A 21-year-old complaining about old age. But when you think about it, turning 21 is really the last “milestone” of youth. After that comes turning 30, then 40, after which you lose
count and start saying things like “I haven’t aged since 36! Har, har!”
Childhood is filled with turning points associated with age. Parents can remember, to the exact second, how old you were when you uttered your first word. The same applies to your first steps, first flu and first major crying fit in a toy store.
Turning 16 was a big one. Gone were the sedentary days of your early teens, filled with quiet nights at home alone with your zits. Now you were mobile and had the ability to substantially hike up your parents’ insurance bill. You were a wild rebel, shifting without using the clutch
and flooring the accelerator throughout the busy streets of the City.
Hahaha.
Eighteen was another turning point, but not quite as exciting. You could vote now. Sure, this meant you were participating in a democratic tradition over 200 years old. You also could LEGALLY buy cigarettes, but this meant you were supporting the tobacco industry, a charming bunch who often make caring statements like, “Cigarette smoking has in no way been linked to deaths caused by provoking wild boars.”
But turning 21 is a bit different. No one goes out on wild, all-night voting binges when they turn 18. It’s the last hurdle to enjoying the benefits of adulthood, but the “forbidden” element of childhood is gone.
Thoughts and Realizations on different aspects jammed in my mind.
On Life: It’s a bitch. It will always be but it does spice up your entire being. You fuck up with a lot of things and realize they aren’t really that important. You settle with a job you dont like then your “dream job” calls for a second interview. But what’s left to do? To deal with it. To learn living and loving it. Mistakes committed are lessons learned.
On Love and Past Heartbreaks: Once you stop looking for it, love starts to find you. Involving yourself to a couple of relationships one after the other will just give you multiple heartbreaks. It aint easy bouncing back from a heartbreak but it will surely make you wiser than before. Once your own happiness is being sacrificed for the sake of other person, STOP. And I will quote a line that says “you can find another love, but never another you”. True enough.
On Friends: They are the mirrors to your soul. They’ve been there in
you’re most victorious to your most embarassing moment. They were “badshot” to your parents for a few times because of the mess you got yourself into but they never stopped being friends to you. They brought you home when your dead drunk and fought with you when you were being stubborn. You’ve heard the most painful truthful words from them but with always the best of intention. You fought about love, family and other friends but they’re still the same people who shows up outside your house with a bottle of local drink in their hand when some jerk breaks your heart.
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And this space goes out to my most loved significant other, Josh
It had been the happiest and most peaceful year for me -ever-. I wouldn’t lie, i fell inlove a lot of times. But you came when I didn’t search. You helped me find my worth when I was at the point of letting go. You kept my heart intact until your presence erased all the hurts caused by a lot of things. You never stopped being my friend when I became your girlfriend. You didn’t treat me like a princess but you made me feel like I’m wearing an invisible crown. You are my joy and my frustration. You’ve put up with my whines and endless complains and mood swings. You reassure me over and over again when I feel unsecure. You remind me how much you love me every minute of everyday. I love you babe. That’s even an understatement. :p
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And this part goes to the man who I loved and will always love my whole life.. MY DAD (Everyone’s Dad)
Cry baby. Daddy's Girl. Always and Forever.
My pillar of strength. the person whose voice makes my heart melt (i can never ever ever ever EVER get bored of his singin!) Ideological differences? We’ve got plenty! Yet, i cant just get enough of arguing with him…He finds it funny every time i enter into a heated, passionate argument about how id like to make my life the way i want it and that annoys me, because well, here i am going all hyper trying to convince him to see my side of the story, and there he is giving me an amused look (to be read as: rant all u want, you’ve still gotta listen to me while you’re under my roof!) I guess that’s what people call “Generation Gap”
I so-believe that u can hate as strong as u love a person, and with him thats just how it is. There are RARE times i wish I would just vanish into thin air or run away from home. The funny part is, the stronger that thought gets, the harder i pray to never let him out of my site…Travails of a contradicting mind! He’s the only person who can move me to tears ANYTIME.
He fought my battles, cried my tears and treats my victories as his own. I LOVE YOU DAD. I have been and will always be you’re little girl.
~HAPPY 21st TO ME~
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