Sunday, September 16, 2007
18
I woke up an 18 year old today. I only realized that after all the stress has gone and I have finished taking my pharmchem exam. I didn’t care before that- in fact, this birthday was supposedly the worst birthday ever (because I was constantly plagued with worries). But I soon found out that being stress- free allows you to think about yourself a lot, and so I began “reflecting”: Where am I at this point?

I started this year setting goals for myself: to continue writing, to pass my subjects, to improve. I wanted fulfillment, and I didn’t want school to stop me this time.

But then it’s been 9 months and nothing has happened to me so far. Shet.

I feel so old already. I know I need to at least cross out some goals from that long list of things I want to do in this lifetime. But then, questions of how to do it and what to start with keep me grounded. I end up thinking too much and never actually starting. And that is bad.

But now I’m 18 and I have no more excuse to procrastinate. Because of that, I will end this blog post with an excerpt of the song that shall be the theme of my life for the coming year:

Unwritten – Natasha Bedingfield

I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined
I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

Pahabol: thank you to everyone who remembered my birthday ♥


{I'm feeling: tired}
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