SIXTEEN FLEETING YEARS

I woke up this ordinary morning, on a day not so different to the rest. I went on with my morning routine; getting up, washing my face, combing my hair and whatnot. Yet when I looked up in the mirror, something was different. It wasn't physical nor mental, it was solemnly a feeling; I had just turned 16. 

As of today, I have lived through sixteen summers and sixteen winters, 584 mornings and 583 afternoons, numerous smiles and countless laughters. I have endured sorrows and great challenges, a few deaths and many births. I have traveled and I have learnt; yet, I find myself sitting here, motionless, thinking: How much have I really lived?

My body has just started its sixteenth year of life, and throughout its course of existence I can't say with confidence that I have really made the most it. They say that your life flashes before your eyes when you are about to die, so I find myself wondering: If -god forbid- I were to die tomorrow, what memories would I most recall? 

Besides marking the end of the first third of the year, May 2nd marks the start to the new me. With every passing birthday one can put away memories they want to forget, and make resolutions to have a fresh start. This May 2nd of 2015 indicates the beginning of a more curious, less apathetic me. A more adventurous and open-minded person, someone who doesn't fear, who doesn't regret. This May 2nd I make a promise to myself: One year from today, I am to go back to this small blog post and ask myself the question; "What has changed?"