22. Just a number. For a traveler, numbers don't matter. The journey matters and it goes on….
I usually don't like birthdays, for some strange reason. Yeah. But there's a weird feeling at the end of the day, and for a change it's good. Feels like crossing a hurdle. I see closed doors. Closed doors hiding something unknown, which may be good.
No ranting today. A smile on my face, about the unknown that lies ahead. Coz that smile is what matters. It adds meaning, adds essence to a life full of unknown surprises.
This old man is 22.
<Insert coughs>
Where's my arm chair?
3 comments:
haha. Birthdays don't give pleasure to me either :D
22 and old? wait till u cross 25 - u sound like u might get suicidal!
@Bro
*High 5*
@Yuvika
It's not the age. It's the mind state. Yep.
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