So two days ago our naturally mutual friend death got to move another ball on his time scale to the left, which means I am one ball closer to meeting him in person...or perhaps that was the last ball, who knows.

Fact of the matter is, I am now 22 years old and, as every once in a while, I look back at my life up to this point to take inventory.
I’ve come from a small scraggly, emotional little kiddie boy to a ‘relatively’ grown up tweenie and despite the many moments where I thought life sucks and the grown ups are unfair and I need to conquer the world for peace because everyone’s an idiot, I have enjoyed my life up to this point.
I’ve seen quite a bit of the world for my age, been to interesting places, met interesting people and done interesting things. I’ve learned much, even though I never wanted to, done a lot of stupid shit, for which a lot of people would rightfully beat the shit out of me (and no, I wont say what), but making mistakes is essentially what life is about and if you can accept the mistakes you’ve made you grow to be a more mature person as a result.
I’ve made some good friends along the way, had good times with them, fought, cried and laughed with them. I’ve lost many over the years, but gained new ones whom I don’t treasure less than I did any others, experienced love, loss and heartache and all the other wonderfully chaotic things that emotions have to offer and even though some can hurt to the point where you’re sick, the ones that don’t make up for that twice over and more.
I wont claim to be an adult, heck I wouldn’t wanna be if we go by the definition of an adult of the general populace of this rock we call our home, but I will say that I think for myself as an individual and that’s something I feel not everyone can claim anymore these days.

So here’s hoping that death has not finished counting on my scale yet and that I will get to enjoy many more interesting things, meet more interesting people, feel more love and generally just get to live my life as much as I possibly can while I can. Maybe I’ll avoid making as many or as stupid mistakes as I have in the past, but hey, it’s all part of life and I’m still far too curious as to what’ll happen next to mind a few bumps in the road.

And if after all this you think I have the answer to life, I’ll happily disappoint you, because I sure as hell don’t. For all I know it’s a bump on the nose by Alanis Morissette and a roller coaster ride with no tracks, but even if I can’t see what’s gonna happen tomorrow, I’ll still be happy to wake up and take a look.

Here’s to another year everyone

Peace out!