Birthday DOOOOOOOOOOM.

Time for a quick, cheeky blog.

SO, I am turning the biggish 22 on Sunday. Time for a small reflection on recent and less recent days of my life. In a generalised way.

So, on the 3rd April, 1989. I was born. 21 and a bit years and here I am now. Writing to you. It's been a funny old life thus far. Just as everyone's life is full of light and dark. Each person's darkness plummets to different levels. As does their light. As it refracts around your personality, your achievements, your soul, it makes you believe that getting older is OKAY. I mean, we don't have a choice. I believe our paths are already laid out for us to tread. The broken glass and painful cobbles are put there to test us all. It can't all be grass and rainbows you know. I like the variation though. I like the feeling of a vicious mood, almost as much as I like not having a care in the world.

Everyone always says, "Oh you are SO young" and all of those kinds of things, but I feel I have somewhat of an older head on my shoulders and not in some sick, sodomising kind of way. Growing up with responsibility and fewer aspirations makes a person think long before they have to. I'm glad that I decided to slow down my thinking. NOT. I need to step it up. Always needing to step up.

So, as I age, as we all do, there are a few things on mind. Prospects, careers, friends, relationships, the time space continuum. All very important factors in one's life. I never understand how one tiny mind can have so much whirring around inside of it. Like a small model of merry-go-round. Round and round. The same thoughts; the same horses.

Happy birthday me. Here's to the next twenty-two years and twenty-two million thoughts.