Getting Older… Getting Wiser?

I am irrefutably into my early twenties. 21 had such a nice ring to it for some reason. But this new 22 will take some getting used to. It was just old enough, but as young as could be. Although nearly everyone that I’ve met in Japan or in my travels exclaims “you’re so young!” whenever I told them I was 21, I will still always remember the age of 21 fondly. It has treated me well, some of my life’s most unforgettable memories thus far have happened while I was 21. I suppose it’s nice to be older, to say that I’ve lived life a little and have not merely known the small bubble of high school and in my case, college. And though I’m optimistic that the years to come will bring increasingly good memories and good times I know nothing can compare to 21. To jump and kick, to scream and run with complete reckless abandonment and the knowledge that my youth will carry me through and any injuries I incur will quickly heal and I will only be left stronger. I can only pray this is not the beginning of my mental and physical deterioration. As for my goals and hopes, I fully intend to live up to the pact I’ve made to be fully awesome in one years time. My back flip is still lacking but I’ve learned other skills that I believe can be a fair substitute of awesomeness. I think what is comforting is all the immeasurably cool people that I’ve met in the last 6 months who have told me life gets better, not worse (usually). Many of them possess traits I admire and aspire to and that is something which will take time and hence age. So really I’m just moving forward towards what I can, should and will be. So cheers to life, and though I’m simply going to quietly reflect to myself and type on my blog on my birthday, I am truly having a happy one.