Morning thinking

So I was just lying on my bed after a six-hour shift tonight and realized that I already am 21. And this year, I'd be turning 22, which means that in six or eight years time, I'm gonna have to get married (I've moved my marrying age from 28 to 30 by the way).

I suddenly realized how fast one's life can be. It feels like yesterday, I was just 12, I was just sitting there on my chair in my classroom back in Shiloh, and it seemed at that time that the greatest disappoint of my life was not graduating as the class valedictorian. And it feels like, weeks back, I just turned 18. But No. I'm neither 12 nor 18. I'm 21 going 22. And I'm not gonna stop aging unless I stop breathing, which I don't intend to do anytime soon, not if I can help it.

So, being my normal self, I really just had to think about it, hard. Went through my life's bowl of memories and came up with a conclusion that, we all go through a period of rebellion.

Others tried to smoke, drink, or do drugs. But me? I got angry, I just got angry. That was my form of rebellion. And like all sorts of rebellion, anger also took its toll on me. But looking back, I'm glad that I'm over the so-called 'stormy' age. Of course, I haven't been totally rid of anger, but, it's now very well contained.

I am not very sure if I would wanna change anything about what I've been through, though. Every experience is like a colored thread that constitutes the tapestry of my life. They all made me become what I am right now. And if I like myself, and by the way I'm learning to, I wouldn't dare wish to alter any of those experiences.