A September highlight

Yes, simple things amuse me :)

aveces me siento vieja

I'm not ready to be 24.

I feel rushed, like I haven't done the things I'm supposed to have done, like I'm missing out on something important. Time is so impatient with me. I dig in my heals sometimes, I think. Act quite silly. Perhaps to defy Time in futility. Perhaps intent to prove to myself as much as the world that I am not going to become a withered shell of myself, void of laughter and spark, and full only of heavy toils and worries. Perhaps intent to prove that having fun like a child building a snowman, laughing, being silly, that all these are not synonymous with being irresponsible and immature. To assure myself that when I am old, I do not need to stop being me.