Updated: Aug 31, 2020
25 years living on this beautiful planet.
25 years of learning about it.
25 years has passed and for the first time, I can say that I’m finally understanding the meaning of being alive.
Being alive does not mean just breathing and walking on the path of life in auto-mode and not being present at all.
Being alive is not repeating day after day without discovering something new about yourself or the people that you love.
Being alive is not repeating day after day without realising that the day that you are living, once it’s over, it's gone forever.
Being alive means feeling everything and anything at the same time.
Being alive is being present in every moment (as cliché as it may sound).
Being alive is being in touch with your inner self listening to your head without downplaying your emotions.
Being alive is balancing life.
Balancing life between what you need and what you want.
Balancing life between your goals and desires.
Balancing life between your ups and downs.
Last week I turned 25 years old.
Last month was a time in my life that I realised that it was time to grow up.
Last year was the toughest one that I’ve lived so far; however, I’m so grateful for all the experiences (good and bad ones) that I've had.
Last Wednesday was my 25th birthday and I’m so grateful for all the people that made it feel like a special one.
I’m so damn glad for all the people that surrounds me every single day of my life, no matter if they are here or there, across the state or 24 hours away.
Because at the end, the more I grow old, the more I understand the meaning of true love.
The first quarter of my life.
I’m so grateful for everything that I have.
Text by Letters in Quotes.
Photo by ACN.