Being 23

I’m 23 since few days ago. It’s not hyperbolic when I say it feels like just yesterday when, at a night, I realized that the second decade of my life would soon arrive. Three years pass quickly, although it might not really so if I consider some of the lessons. Things change with the dynamic of life. I don’t keep the bad things in mind. And to honor the good parts (or you can read as “gifts”), I list them as follows:

1. Family. My core family members are all healthy and fine. We haven’t reached a significantly-higher target yet, but none goes worse. Yet, they have more time to spend together at home. And I’m sure my parents have less worries too over time.
2. You. This entire post should be about you. I remember the first time we knew each other. And I’m glad we did. Otherwise, my 23^rd year wouldn’t be so wonderful and relieving. Years and decades ahead, we’ll still be doing the same things. We’re not yet officially engaged. But from the deepest love and sincerity, plus the most logical state of mind, I make it clear that anything from me will be yours alone. This is not just sweet words. Like how much you’ve been giving, I hope to outweigh and be that meaningful to you.
3. Friends. As always, I never like to have many ‘friends’. I enjoy myself much.  However, I’m also so thankful for the increasing list of friends I know over time. They’re not those who just greet, know names, and do chit-chat. Okay, I don’t want to talk the common words. Just one more thing: they add more colors to my life, my early 20s.

The journey is long and fun.