21 is no big parade.
Somehow the events that have led to the unfolding of the very day that supposedly defines the hours of adolescences, the beginning of a milestone, the part where, “life” begins. It hasn’t been easy, 21 years alive, how many more to go, only God knows. 21 years of wear and tear, of surviving every single stone, rock, or meteorite throws at you, yet still coming out alive and better than ever before. Then there are the moments that you cherish for life, the ones that when you think about it, you can’t help but smile at it, the love that have lost, and the love that still is.
I never thought it would be an un-event.
How getting deeply involved in so much various commitments have cut me off from the grasp of society, leaving me stranded at times, not alone, but without the ones that matter the most. Time moves ever so swiftly, yet it feels like eternity from one second to another.
21. is just, a number.
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