#birthweek
Angst, excitement, a mix of many emotions all go rushing through my mind whenever my birthweek comes by. For those of you who aren’t familiarized with this term, it’s basically the week of your birthday. My emotions are always on a limbo as my birthday approaches. As any other people in this chaotic world, I look forward to growing up but it also scares me. What does it mean to be one year older?
Maybe you have heard the term, “the older, the wiser.” I believe that everyone grows up differently. There’s many phases that we go through. The night before my birthday, I try to recollect the memories that made their way through that specific year. Time has always been important to me, and that might be the reason why my anxiety increases every time that I get older. As many others, I want to know that I have lived life to the fullest. But, life is a long game, and memories are made every second. The good times are engraved into the most special place in our body, our heart. The bad memories are pictures in our minds to remind us that although bad times do occur, the good ones keep us together.
June 30th holds a special place in my life. This is the day I become older and hopefully wiser. I thank my parents for bringing me into this world. I thank my sister for protecting me and allowing me to grow. I thank my best friends for giving me a part of them and for always allowing me to be my clumsy and awkward self. Last but not least, I thank myself. Bad things always happen, but I give myself props for holding it together as best I could.
So, eighteen-year old me and every year before that, see in you in my head. Every younger version of me has made me who I am today. Hello to nineteen-year old me. Adventures and mistakes, here I come.
