Each age has its own beauty. For me, 28 always has something mysterious and beautiful about it. It is like the prime age, the mCheeriddle of late twenties, not too young to not know anything yet also not too old to be able to say “i’m older and wiser.”
I used to think when I reach 28, I would be this and that. Now I am right here, starting that age in my mind, feeling calm, peaceful and serene.
Life has been really good to me. When I see myself growing into a woman I am now, I appreciate every little thing that has happened in my life and every single person I have interacted with – be it a blessing or a lesson. Thank you for being a part of my weird little world.
People are all great. Some I have met and be friends with. Some I haven’t had a chance to. The greatest one ever will always be Mom. Thank you, Mom, for teaching me the love and lust for life; thank you for raising me up for the past 28 years, even when I act like a moron sometimes.
To 28 – you are in control of your own beauty – be it the glow of love and lust for life, the melancholy of a wandering soul of a traveler, the passion of hopes and dreams, the daring and adventurous spirit of exploring the world and being into the wild or the desire of finding someone you call “home”. Be it all the definition of beauty you can think of and be in control of it, all, with a thankful heart.
And just like Scarlett O’hara making her very own dress from the curtain when nothing else is left, I will stay faithful to the kind of beauty I am seeking for.
May my heart be brave, my mind fierce and my spirit free.
May it be pure and tender, be wise and youthful, and be wild and sparkling at the same time.
Tokyo, September 11, 2017