Writing

Now, I am 29

I’m surprised I even made it to this age. I always thought of my life ending at 21, and then maybe at 27. Just in case I seem too optimistic sometimes, this is the very reason why. One does not ever consider how fragile life is, until you see a few years later how the tides turn, and they’re still here.

There are a lot of things to be thankful for. Life’s changing seasons are the sole constants in our existence, yet there are people who will always make the decision to stay.