what does it mean to get older? what does it mean to have your life actually be depleted? twenty three years of living and i still don’t have the answers. to live, for me, is a journey without a map. no one and nothing tell us what to do. we find your own clues to keep on going at it. we can be really quick or very slow at collecting it, but that doesn’t matter. in the end is how we evolve, how we learn.
the journey i’ve been doing from my twenty-second year of life until this day is reasonably overwhelming. i have certainly done more things than i did in the previous twenty two years cumulated. and i have certainly been through downfalls a lot more than i had been and been forced to get up real quick. my twenty-second was an undeniably emotion-wrecking one. it felt so good and terrifying at the same time. i can only hope a lot of better things will happen for my twenty-third.
so, what does it mean to get older? what does it mean to have your life actually be depleted? i have no idea about any of those thing. i don’t want to rush. i want every second worths my lifespan and i want every second means the world. i’ll get the answer eventually.
it certainly feels scary, getting old.