24 is a good number, too.

There are 4 minutes left on my birthday this year. 

It's funny how I loathed its coming, but I don't want to see it go to soon, too.

I guess it's because the next time I'll be seeing my birthday, it's when I turn 25.

I'm never ready to grow up. I'm never ready to grow old.

I guess you see more examples of how life seems so unfair and unpredictable as you grow older.

And it clouds the beauty of getting older. 

There is beauty in it, though. 

In growth. 

I have yet to find it, but I believe it. 

I see it in people all around me. 

I'll see it in me, too, someday.

But for everything I have yet to learn to love about birthdays,
I am so thankful for the people around me,
those who remembers and takes time to say hi, or send stuff my way.

Help me embrace the coming of age :)

xx

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