23...still lyrical me

It’s that time of the year again when I should have so many words to express how I truly feel about being alive. I could go all deep and emotional about it, but this year I choose to keep it simple and, maybe a little emotional. It’s also my first post of 2015 (I had a rough night deciding on what to actually write) It had to be a thriller. So much for my sleepless night! Because it all comes down to these words:

There’s a lot going on, yet so little I can share with the whole world, not yet anyway. I have a lot figured out, and at the same time things are not so clear. The only thing saving me from confusion, is knowing that am the co-captain of my own life. It’s enough to keep me calm believing God knows best and His will never disappoints, although so hard to accept! I have so much to be grateful for, and the number one spot on my “grateful for…” list will always be my family, my heaven on earth. I can’t picture my 23 years without them, even if I tried! I could write a whole book about them, and its sequels could fill a whole library!! (Which I might do in a few years) In a nutshell, this is my story at 23

I've had beautiful moments and not so good ones too,

Made mistakes along the way,
They came with lessons,but somehow i had my way..

My mind,a jungle of thoughts,
With ideas that dared me to take a chance...
No regrets, just lessons..
Giving my best,even when i have no idea what am doing..
In the end,
I know it makes me who i am..
Lyrical me,
Happy 23!

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