It's been 23 years that I've been alive.
I feel like time has passed by quickly.
It seems like it was only yesterday that I cried over childish things.
It seems like it was only yesterday that I cried because I couldn't get the best grade in my first semester at elementary school.
It seems like it was only yesterday that I got a period for the first time.
It seems like it was only yesterday that I broke up with my ex.
It seems like it was only yesterday that I got first place in some competitions.
It seems like it was only yesterday that I was leaving home for my university life.
People said that the road to adulthood is getting bumpier for 20-somethings and 30-somethings.
Yeah, I have been through it since my early 20s and it's getting tougher than I think.
23 means that I should be more responsible for my own life.
23 means that I should be a more mature person.
But for a certain point, I realize that I am still careless.
I am still being a selfish person.
I still have a childish mind.
To be honest, I have so many worries about this year.
I am afraid that I couldn't fulfill others expectations, even my own expectations.
Disappointment, loneliness, bewilderment, confusion seems ready to test me.
But success, wellness, happiness, excitement seems ready to bless me.
I was trying to keep telling myself that everything will gonna be fine.
I know that there is someone out there that will understand me.
I know that there is someone out there that will offer his/her hand for me.
I know that there is someone out there that always encourage me.
I wonder how my 23 is going. I hope it would be one of the best parts of my life. Aamiin.
Despite all the excitement and worries that I felt today, I'd like to say:
Happy birthday adorable me, you are awesome, stay awesome! You know I love you, right?
