Turning another year older gets more trivial as the years went by, but we learn to cherish the simple things in life. Like the beautiful people I'm continually blessed with; my parents and my family who have made the person that I've become today, my awesome friends with their heartwarming words that never fail to put a huge smile on my face, and to be blessed with a comfortable, mediocre life. Most importantly, I thank God for allowing me to live 23 years of this temporary life, which is so beautiful. All I'm looking forward to is a lifelong learning journey ahead to be filled with amazing experiences and opportunities coming my way for grabs, so that I know I live life to its fullest. And so I'd learn a thing or two about what life really is about, and that I could grow wiser, stronger in faith, a more contented individual and in general a better person.
There's really nothing more I could say, but to say my utmost thanks.
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23 years old, and am still dreamy. Thanks to Mademoiselle Ah Qi (you must feel honoured that you're always mentioned here, hee) who reminded me of this excerpt I found 2 years ago. So I'm re-sharing this again. It's fluffy, but it goes to show that after 2 years, I could still dream. We all could.
“All I ever want is to show you how much I love you. I want to take your hand in my hand. I want to show you the places I go so I can think and the movies I watch. I want to show you all of the things I’ve written. Or all of the photos I’ve taken. I want to show you how beautiful certain people are and just how great it is to be a weird little mess. I want to show you how to accept and even embrace how tragic things can get. I want to show you that it’s okay not to believe and it’s okay not to be afraid to die. I want to show you how to breathe slowly and feel your own heartbeat. I want to show you that I’m not like everyone else you meet, that I’m not worried about what they worry about. I want to show you just how thrilling it is to jump off of high surfaces and run with your eyes closed tight. I want to show you that it’s lovely walking in the rain, letting rain drops run over your exposed skin and feel them drip off the tip of your nose. I want to show you how much I love people and no matter how worked up I get, I do deep down realize that I am so insignificant and tiny. I want to show you what it’s like to run wild and laugh your ass off in public. I want to show you how people look at me and how they talk to me. I want to show you how I move day to day and the things I wear. I want to show you my face, without makeup. I want to show you my life, but I have no idea who you are.”
There's really nothing more I could say, but to say my utmost thanks.
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23 years old, and am still dreamy. Thanks to Mademoiselle Ah Qi (you must feel honoured that you're always mentioned here, hee) who reminded me of this excerpt I found 2 years ago. So I'm re-sharing this again. It's fluffy, but it goes to show that after 2 years, I could still dream. We all could.
“All I ever want is to show you how much I love you. I want to take your hand in my hand. I want to show you the places I go so I can think and the movies I watch. I want to show you all of the things I’ve written. Or all of the photos I’ve taken. I want to show you how beautiful certain people are and just how great it is to be a weird little mess. I want to show you how to accept and even embrace how tragic things can get. I want to show you that it’s okay not to believe and it’s okay not to be afraid to die. I want to show you how to breathe slowly and feel your own heartbeat. I want to show you that I’m not like everyone else you meet, that I’m not worried about what they worry about. I want to show you just how thrilling it is to jump off of high surfaces and run with your eyes closed tight. I want to show you that it’s lovely walking in the rain, letting rain drops run over your exposed skin and feel them drip off the tip of your nose. I want to show you how much I love people and no matter how worked up I get, I do deep down realize that I am so insignificant and tiny. I want to show you what it’s like to run wild and laugh your ass off in public. I want to show you how people look at me and how they talk to me. I want to show you how I move day to day and the things I wear. I want to show you my face, without makeup. I want to show you my life, but I have no idea who you are.”
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