Seventeen

Common question I receive every time it's my birthday: So, how does it feel?

It feels like the present. I mean, we grow every second, right? We grow, we think, we process, we hurt, we live, we cry, we laugh, we bask, we sleep, we are always doing stuff. There's no time for the body to stop. We are always doing something, either voluntary or involuntary.

But, of course, if we look at it in another way, being at a certain age differs from being at another age. Am I making sense? 16 didn't feel like 14. 14 didn't feel like 10. 10 didn't feel like 6. 6 didn't feel like 2.

It's the change we fail to see, I guess. We see life as this cycle where we do stuff all over again, but it's not actually the same all the time. In the classroom, you sit on the same chair over and over and over again, but there's a change there. Did you converse with your seatmate about the same stuff again? Same words, same spaces for laughter? I don't think so. We go home each day, but the thoughts in our minds aren't exactly the same.

"So, how does it feel?"

How does it feel to not say "I'm sixteen" again or how does it feel to be 17?

I don't know? It feels like the present?

Being asked that question on your birthday sort of feels like waking up in the morning and being asked "So, how was your day?"

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I got cheesecake and red velvet cake from my mom and my sister <3

Also, thanks for the birthday wishes. I really appreciated them :D I hope seventeen's gonna be a blast.