Another birthday, another year gone. I’m terrified of this twentieth year of life so, I jumped out of an aeroplane.


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Though I made promises, like at every major turn in one’s life, I have yet to keep the most important (or at least what I wanted to be the most important one): write daily, enough to compile a full novel by the end of junior year but I promise to myself that, this, too, shall happen. And, it will happen by 01 May or my name isn’t Willow Sky.

The twentieth year brings changes, unexpected but necessary changes. I’m letting go of so much that I never wanted to let go of but it’s all in the keeping with the theme, “to live and to let live.” It’s ironic how true it’s been in every instance of our two years, to meet and to say good bye in the very same way. Who knows? Maybe, it isn’t quite goodbye yet. A part of me wants it to be and, of course, another part of me doesn’t. I’ve given up on trying to choose.

I’m simply living to live.

“Live fast; die young.”