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Tuesday, April 20, 2010
You Make Me Feel Sweetness isn't it? Somehow that blogpost lit up my night/earlymorning. Although Mundane and a little normal, today was great all the same ![]() I don’t have a title for this post, neither do I know what I should be writing. But in all birthdays, do we hear some sort of resolution. Some sort of pick-me-up because the last year, wasn’t as eventful, and we hope to make the following one better. I’ve been living 19 years, enough to say I’ve lived enough to know the difference between black and white, the difference in genders i.e. make, female, homosexual, hemphrodite etc and definitely, the difference between all the birthdays I’ve had from before. Nobody really takes note of something till they’re reminded. The people who remember, or at least spend a moment to ponder on it, are the ones that make it all worthwhile. I guess that’s the only realization/comparison that I’ve managed to sieve out. But, despite being normal, and a little mundane, today was as beautiful as it could get. I had a rough April to begin with. I’ve been better. Smelled, tasted, felt, and experienced better, but I take it all with a pinch of salt. No matter what, I know that if i’m dreaming, and you’re not doing anything to kill this dream, then it’s a reality that will forever be mine And hey, I’m 19, two more years till I’m 21, and then it’s the road to 50. My daddy’s words never cease to tickle, amaze, intrigue and capture me “You’re Never Old Till You’re 50. That’s When You Actually Start Living” |
But baby, where they knock you down and out
Is where you oughta stay |