16 years in the making have struggled to create a sort of responsible/talented/funny human being. Remember, sort of, not trying to get narcissistic or anything. And while its late and I should be sleeping (maybe not so responsible) I figure out how much I want to hold on to the last 16 years of my life. Growing old is great, it's mandatory beyond anything, yet something wants me to latch on to a little bit of memory, a little bit of the past.
As the years have gone I have grown, I have changed, mentally and physically. One can only remember the good ol' days when I used my free time to film coke commercials (and drink lots of coke, I was obese). Time flew and I was in middle school. Childhood seemed distant compared to the new teenage ambition of independence. 6th grade, 7th grade, 8th, all years of wondrous exploration of finding out what I want in life, forming a group of friends, understanding people, reading, learning, giving up, surviving. High school, boom, hard work, math (the worst), questions about where I want to study, the idea that grades actually count and hence determine where I want to study. Pressure, and yet I survived. And now 16 comes and with it a whole bunch of other things, hopefully good.
I guess that then you grow up you sort of evolve. Growing up is so abstract, it has many faces, many moods, and yet you make it.
So with this day all I can say is I have made it. 16 years in the making haven't made a professional, a studious intelligent aspiring young man, a perfectly nice and sweet friend, but they have made ME, and that's good enough. I guess.