The title is not really accurate, technically speaking today I woke up a year and 2 days older, but that wouldn’t look too good in the title, and the 2 days don’t exactly make a difference… Or maybe they do? My feelings are mixed, unexplained and insecure. I turned 21 on Monday, but the memory of how fast it went scares me, and while many laugh at my reaction, reassuring me that 21 is just the beginning of life, I keep feeling mixed and insecure. I am not a narcissist self-obsessed person, I do not fear ageing as much as I fear the pleasure of life and those special moments escaping from me. They said it’s only the beginning when I turned 18, then when I turned 20, then when I turned 21… Yet years have passed so fast and here I am confused and scared of the future, and my fears are seldom explained, for most often they are the fear of a change, rather than what that change brings with it. But then again, I’ve always been the weird sensitive one, so perhaps this whole meditation on the purpose of life and my place in the universe is a little unnecessary, so let’s pretend I just turned 21 and can legally consume alcohol in the US. Yay yay!