17

In one month, I will turn seventeen. In one month, I will feel no different because when I turned sixteen, nothing happened and life forged on. When you turn a year older, you expect things to be different. After all, it's a year, right? A whole three hundred and sixty five (or four) days which consist of twenty four hours each and 60 minutes within each our, you'd expect that after all that time something would happen. Or maybe it was so gradual that I didn't notice. Years are defined by human terms. As I type this, I am reminded of a book that Tamora Pierce wrote. The character Keladry was passing over the border of a country into another and was surprised that it looked exactly the same. Borders are defined by human terms, and years are defined by human terms.

But I guess change comes so gradually in life that we hardly notice. You don't see the grass growing, you just notice it's taller. You don't notice when the change is occurring, you just see the outcome. But is the change necessarily bad? Because something has changed, does that mean it's bad.? I guess I'm kinda wondering. Because I have changed, am I- bad? Of course, if I do ask people that, the obvious thing they would reply is a joke or saying 'Of course not.' But in all seriousness (am I too serious...), is me changing a bad thing? Because I honestly like who I am. Well, not all of me. I'm not perfect, but I don't want to change things about me o_o. But is that bad? Ugh. The circle and train of thoughts that loop around your mind.

The current world's view is that "It's okay to be yourself". That's what people are convincing each other, but we all know that that's just words. I have no clue why it's this way. Maybe we all try to convince ourselves that we're really good-hearted people when, really, we're not. Or maybe that's just me = P Oh well. Time to stop thinking again.