Today my friend Liesbeth is turning 20 and she's one of the last of our high school 'gang' to do so. The very last one will be me, on the 21st of December. I've got some pretty ambiguous feelings on the subject.
In some way I've been looking forward to this for a long time. I honestly can barely wait until I'm 21, finish university and I can finally really start to try and do what I really want to do with my life.
Then again, the idea of turning 20 creeps me out. I like being young. I like having such endless amounts of energy. I like being critical but at the same time still free from too much cynicism.
It's not that turning 20 will suddenly transform me into a tired, worn person full of bitterness, but it is a step away from youth, a certain chapter that you leave behind.
I guess this is just another reason to live every part of my life to the fullest.