Birthdays are days to celebrate, laugh, love and be happy. However, when you are turning the big 20; things get a little hazy. When I was fifteen, I did not decipher why one would lie about their age; more so when an older person quotes a lower age. “Why don’t you concede that you are 29 and not 24 as you claim” It did not make sense; I found it ludicrous.
Every relationship has an origin and a story; whether bonded with friendships, blood ties or love (romance). There is always a tale behind the birth of a relationship- we probably schooled together, met in a bus, in church, at the mall, at a party where we both crashed name it. With some friends, you click at first sight and with others you first rub shoulders, disagree, argue, and scold each other before becoming buddies. Some friendships relationships are evolving, some flickering, some blooming while others drowned in the waters of uncertainty.
Then there are times I get lost in the World. I feel broken; even though broken crayons still do the coloring.…but can a ballerina with a broken leg still practice ballet effortlessly? I behave like a living zombie and the only thing I do is survive. I need a magician to help me disappear to a place where I can regain my sanity. You know those moments when one plus one does not make two, yet you sure are a math genius.
It’s fifteen minutes to midnight yet I still insist on publishing this article before midnight. I can now relate to Cinderella's story where she had to leave the royal party before midnight since the magic cast on her by the fairy godmother would wear off by then (I know most of you did not recall that). On that note, bear with me if you get to read this post after midnight...Cinderella still got married to the prince you know.