Silver...

Twenty Five... I am repeating my age to myself again and again but somehow my tongue just rolls over those words like they don't belong. I am not taller (that was overruled by genetic predisposition and well, age), prettier (again, well, genetic combination), but I am slightly more mature I think. I still do not know what I want. But I am aware of what I don't want. For the first time in my life, I am actually okay, in fact, looking forward to maybe one day finding a person, I'll be happy with. There is a belief in love and companionship. Maybe a belief that is tinged by cynicism but it is there. There is also a kind of faith in destiny. There is an awareness of the love that so many people have for me. There is a knowledge that there are very nice people out there. I just need to give them a chance. Life can only be as complicated as you make it out to be. The more you relax, the more you will realize that things will work out. There is no other way out. You know I think I like twenty five. I mean, I may not have changed for the better or the worse but I am closer to knowing what life has in store for me. And somewhere that is comforting... So, here is to a quarter century, ushered in with one of the best birthdays ever.