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happy birthday

today is my twenty-sixth birthday.

there were a couple of moments in my life where i seriously didn’t think i would actually live to see twenty six. those moments define who i am today and i’m glad that i was able to learn from them because it made me stronger and more resilient to all that is still left in store for me.

this year, i’ve had more self-reflection than any other years of my life on what type of person i want to be and especially what type of person i’ve become. i realized that i hate a lot and love a little as a result of becoming more observant of my surroundings and the people in it, hence the creation of this blog.

i hate getting older because i swear yesterday i just woke up for work at 8am on a monday in january and today it’s almost the end of the day of the 18th in august. it’s almost as if i fell into a deep coma and just woke up cause i seriously don’t know where the time went.

it’s quite ironic in the way we wished time could speed up when we’re younger so we can do all the things we end up hate doing, like driving a car, making money, and falling in love. as we get older, all we end up wishing is for it to slow down as we realize how fast our parents are getting older, how little time we have in a day to complete what we have to accomplish, how little time we spend with the people and pets that we love, and all the other small things we overlook.

from what my older friends are telling me, it’s not going to get any better and everything is going to start going downhill. like my wrinkle-less face, abundance of energy, and recovery time from binge drinking or exercising. i’m already starting to feel the effects of aging because for once i preferred to have a simple dinner with friends rather than go to the club and party until 10am. i just simply can’t keep up anymore.

i don’t know what to make of turning twenty six because now i’m in that weird age range where i’m not young or old. besides being considered a senior citizen, i no longer have any age restrictions left on what i can and cannot do. this weird age range i’ve just entered is equivalent to the leftover take-out in the fridge where you don’t know if it’s good or bad enough to eat. i just don’t know what to make of it.

anyways, turning twenty-six sucks and turning twenty-seven will be even worse. thankfully, i’m not that old yet, as my family and friends are still alive and not dying off, so i guess it’s not that bad?

thanks to my family, and friends who made me feel loved on this weird and confusing day.
cheers to another year of life. yay.

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