Twenty three years ago, I was born. I'm not sure I can completely comprehend the immensity of this. There has been so much that has happened in my lifetime, yet none of it seems important. To me, sure. But the world wouldn't even notice me. It's funny how perspective changes everything, like that. If I could truly step into someone else's shoes for a day, would I? Most likely. And I'd want to exchange with as many people as possible until I were honestly a well-rounded individual. Am I happy? In this moment, personally, yes weighs in more than no. Does that mean there's nothing I would change? No. I have a great curiosity towards knowledge, and an infinite imagination. There's a lot I would change. Would it make the world a better place? Who knows? Possibly, but probably not. Would I do it anyway, if I could? More than likely, yes. I adore writing. I wish more people would appreciate it. I'm not sure what else I have to say, but I feel my words here drawing to a close. There's things I need to do. It is my birthday, after all!
