Come the end of this month, I will be turning…errr…twenty…
three… four…five. Man, I’m losing count already!!
But it’s strange…I don’t feel like I’m getting older (though it is strange when our youth marvel that I was born in the 70s!). I actually still feel quite young. And not even like I feel youth-ful…I mean, I have so many physical ailments, it’s not even funny. But I don’t feel like I’ve been maturing into an adult. Is this making sense? That strong sense of responsibility, deep wisdom, patience, etc.
Even as I’m aging, I keep realizing…I’m still so young.