I turned 22 on the 22nd of September today. It’s my golden birthday but honestly I feel like my soul is too old to care. The past 365 days have been weird. If I explained what weird was, it would seem normal to anyone else because majority of the weird stuff took place internally.
There’s no reason for me to go into details but I’m just going to say, I am no longer opposed to getting older. I used to hate the idea because of the responsibility attached to it. I’ve taken responsibility so seriously in the past that responsibility itself was a burden.
It always seemed to me like I was aging backwards. Work seemed like play and vise versa. It annoyed me that I felt different from other people my age. It used to bug me when I had no viable reason to not relax. I can accept it now because with everyday that passes, I’m relieved knowing, I’m getting younger.