This is it. I'm 25. I'm not entirely sure if I like this number, or where I am in life. The months leading up to this phase has been enlightening and endearing.
Choices have been made, lines have been drawn. Doors remain open for some, and doors have closed for some. I don't fancy a plethora of good to happen to me. There has been great moments, evidence that lady luck hasn't forgotten me. And there has been bad instances, a culmination of bad decisions and impulsive actions.
I don't regret any of them. I can't. Things happen for a reason, and this reason has built me into who I am.
I'm pretty sure I'll continue to make stupid mistakes, and step on toes. But this is life isn't it? We all grow from mistakes and bad choices.
The past years have shown me a side of people that I usually overlook. Like how easy it is for trust to be broken, and how friends can stab you repeatedly without warning. But the goodness of people are evident as well. I have met mentors, prime examples of morality, loyalty and righteousness. I have learnt how easy it is to earn, and to waste trust, love and forgiveness.
I have learnt that it is alright to be alone. You can be lonely in a crowd as well. Being surrounded with acquaintances doesn't make you the happiest person alive. Happiness can come from being comfortable with being alone.
I watched a movie alone on my birthday, followed by a long walk (alone as well), to a restaurant where I had dinner with a few friends. The only gifts I received for my birthday, a red packet from my parents, and the company of dearest friends.
And I can't ask for more. There isn't a point in having grand celebrations and luxurious presents. The anchorage and wisdom of those around me is priceless, even more valuable than bags or wallets of renowned brands.
And I am thankful. I am thankful for the choices I have made. I am thankful for the mentors I have met. I am thankful for the lessons I have learnt, some taught the hard way. I am thankful for the opportunities to discover myself.
