PEACE OUT

Life isn't a bed of roses. If anything, it's thorns lying everywhere, waiting for part of you to be punctured and bleed.

Sometimes I look back and feel grateful for my life thus far. I can't say it's perfect, cos nothing ever is. We always do want more. But nevertheless, I suppose I've turned out fine.


Then I think about the path lying ahead and shudder as I wonder. Life had been easy. It wasn't easy easy, but people had always been there as my guiding stars. I never wandered too far off track - I was ensured not to. But now, at 17 of age, I suppose I'm grown enough to know that they can no longer be the ones removing all the rocks and pebbles in my path. It's time I take responsibility for myself. I honestly don't know where I'll go on from here, but I'll do the best I can. And I'll do it by myself.



PS. I'm actually socially awkward. Bet you didn't know.




Part of me still remains this age, I like the ignorance then.