Alexandra

For one and a half hour more, I am seventeen years old. 

 

My first intention is a scary thought. Me? I am not done with being a child. I am not an adult. I get a weird feeling in my stomach, telling me to fold myself together under a blanket and hide. Telling me I am not ready, not strong enough.

 

This is where I have decided to think twice.

It is hard to think twice when negativity appears, especially in the middle of math tests, driver's license studying and all that. But referring to my post about zooming out to percept your existence, zoom out is what I have to do now. So that I can remind myself.

 

I am still me.

For every day, even on a special day as tomorrow, I grow. Inside out.

For every day that passes, I climb one step closer towards my goal in finding myself, my passions and my purposes.

I have conquered obstacles seeming too big.

I have gone through things considered as among the hardest things possible, and turned it into strength.

– May not be showed on the outside, however, but as long as I am convinced I am satisfied.

Why... Would turning 18 years old be else special? It only makes me more independent on the paper.

It does not make me a different person, only the same person with new doors opened. 

 

So don't you worry child.

Rock solid, shine bright with diamond sparkling, big eyes.

Tomorrow when I wake up, I will be eighteen years old.