So it seems that I have finally reached the ripe old age of 21 (as of 4 days ago). How strange to think that when I was a child of four or five I thought that by the time I reached 21 the whole world would finally make sense, I would probably be married, be a mum, have a job. Have all the answers...
How wrong I was.
I'm almost 100% sure now that nobody will ever have all the answers, whether they are 21 or 90 years old. I'm almost 100% sure that every year I will think that maybe this new coming year will finally give me a sense of knowing who I am, what the world is, how I fit into the grand scheme of things, how everyone around me fits into my scheme. I'm still waiting.
But I've decided that maybe it's time to stop waiting. Maybe it's time to stop caring. Because I think these questions will remain always unanswered.
And maybe that's a very pessimistic and cynical view of things, but maybe there's also a strange sense of hope in that. If none of us know, then at least we're all in the same boat, it's not just me who feels a little lost sometimes.
So 20 was another tough year and here I am, still typing away and bringing you along on my journey (whoever you are, if your anyone!). A tough year, but wow, what an experience... And so the clogs keep turning, cars keep streaming the streets, the tide rolls in and out again, and still here we are, living, breathing proof that life is worth all the stresses.
Because to be alive... well what experience can beat that?