As I grow up, I realized that there are so many people more creative than me, wiser than me, prettier than me, more liked by people than me. With time, I noticed that I looked older now, there are visible lines on my face, there are scars I never heal of.
At first I was mad. Why can’t things stay the same? Why do things and people, and places, and almost everything has to change? Why can’t I stick up to the old me – free from worries, free from disappointments, free from pain?
However today, when I see myself in the mirror, I see two decades of both losses and victories.
And I realize, I am still here. I am still fighting.
And somehow, somehow, I realize that I love myself more now.