I’m
alive. Twenty for years to the minute, I was born. I sit here on my couch,
looking back at the past and wondering what the future hold in store for me. From
the day I started crawling as a baby to the minute I walked on the graduation
stage, I am grateful for the years that I have lived up to this far. A lot of
people loved to see this day and they did not make it, so for every candle that
I will put on my cake I will make a wish, and give gratitude.
Even
though I do not have a huge party planned as before, where people dressed to
the six and nines, walking around the club intoxicated, and having to deal with
the fat bill when the party ends, it still feels as special as the other years.
This time around a simple cake will do.
From the
day I started crawling as a baby to the minute I walked on the graduation
stage, I would like to thank God for everything. I would like to tell him that
thanks for my Mother and Family, I’m grateful for the experience along the
years. A friend of mine once said: “it’s not about how long you lived, but
about what you have done while you were still alive.”
A lot of people loved to see this day and they
did not make it so for every candle that I will put on my cake I will make a
wish and thank everyone who contributed to get me where I am today. To everyone
who ever loved me, hated me, pushed me, pulled me back, funded me, motivated
and supported me in any way, I’m grateful.
