I was born twenty years ago. I wonder how things were then. A child is not only a couple’s love product, a child is a person who grows and thinks and feels. I am a child. A person. Growing, thinking, feeling. I can’t believe it… I won’t believe it when I have my own children.
I must admit my first twenty years have been amazing. I am not an unhappy person. Not at all. Sometimes bored, sometimes misunderstood, totally inept in social terms, but never unhappy. I have met amazing people, and through them, I have been able to know much more about myself. So… this time hasn’t been a big waste. Not at all.
I wish I had the right words, instead of all the stuff I’ve written… but… I’m just grateful for all the steps I’ve walked to be right here, where I am now. I’m twenty, and I stand in a segment of the road with a smile on my face.