One quarter of my life is about to have passed. I can't really believe it, at the same time it's the most natural thing in the world. With every day that gets by, more becomes possible. I love the world as much as I hate it. I believe in the path that I have taken as much as I doubt it. I am as insecure about my performance as I am sure that I indeed have something to bring. Not to mention the hundreds of theories and ideas about life and reality that all make sense to me, all reveal a little of what I see around me. The more I get a taste of life, the more new flavors I discover to describe it.
My teacher unknowingly said something that I found very poetic in its clumsiness:
"What is alive at the deadline?"
If my birthday is a deadline, I'm definitely very alive.
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