Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Twenty

It has been an hour and twenty six minutes since I turned twenty. TWENTY. A friend told me to be gay cuz its my birthday and another told me to be sad cuz I'm a step closer to death.

Was out shopping with friends. The gloom has lifted somewhat. I am tired of that sinking feeling; I am still uneasy and sometimes despondent but at least I'm looking for a way.

People ask me if I want to be younger. Of course, I say. Not actually. I am pretty happy with my generation. It would be good if I were, say, thirteen. But then, I can always be thirteen. I love the fact that I grew up with Harry Potter; shared battered old mouldy copies of the book with clueless friends, aged as he did, lived as he did, cried as he did. No one else will know the exhilaration now.

One hour and thirty five minutes ago, I grew out of my teenage. I know I didn't party wild every night or get crazy in the middle of the street or managed a girlfriend at fourteen, but I did it my way. At twenty, I think I can say I used my teenage to grow up; to experience the flavours life has to offer, the love, the rain, the sorrow, the snow. I had friends, I have lost friends, I have gained new ones. There are those who love me, love me to death, those with whom I have never been "romantically" linked yet who know that the love between us is stronger than most couples.
Not for this birthday then, self pity and sorrow. I am grateful for everybody. My friends, my outer circle who pep my up, my inner circle who hold me and those who don't call me now but still care.
I have come a long way from the wide eyed boy peering over the balcony on a rain swept day. I'm big now. Old. Not as honest. Never the hip teenager, I don't expect a fashionable adulthood; I don't nurse hopes for universal adulation for my shades or shoes. I don't hope to dangle a girl on my arms. I don't expect to pierce things.
To continue the way I have would be nice enough. Its been fun. For the love. The care. For the countless friends. For school. For college. For food. For you. For him.
The hour and fifty minutes of my new year have been great. I am actually not bummed at turning twenty.

5 comments:

Shalmi said...

Grow up if you want to, but don't ever become a grown-up. Happy birthday.

Anushka said...

Happy (probably belated) Birthday.

And people like us, we aren't kewl, we're just cool =]

That's not so bad..

Scribbles! said...

Hey Happy Birthday man! twenty...its "just" twenty...a long long way to go...as u live u will learn alot more...just wishing u all the happiness life could give..

Take care :)

Butterfly said...

Belated Happy Birthday. :-)

Glad to know that you enjoyed your teenage. Teenage is, after all, the best part of one's life...Life's going to be tough after teenage, but I still hope you face the odds successfully and remain happy always...:-)

Anonymous said...

Wow, I love your acceptance of the situations in your life. There;s much more depth to you than I imagined..