May 25th, 2024

twentyseven

Life

I have been a part of this planet for 27 years now.
Twentyseven, the last number that still feels young to me.
Although I enjoy getting older. 
Less fights with oneself, more fights with other people. 
Reconciling, reflecting, improving.
Being stressed, being grateful.

I got the flu, is it a sign of the times?

Picture of a poem that reads:
27 years ago
1404 weeks ago
9862 days ago
The universe gained a tiny seed
The seed floated through this world
Found me
Gently landed on my shoulder
Took root
Spread its leaves
Since then, I have nourished you
You grew into a tree
Shielding from the wind and rain
Blooming and bearing fruit
You said if I wanted the sun
You would pluck the sun for me
If I wanted the sun
-Yu Chen