On this day I've turned 23 years old. I'm supposed to celebrate. It's a bit weird isn't it? Every year since I'm about 12 I'm slightly confused. I'm celebrating the fact of getting older, closer to the end. We're all a blink of an eye on the time line of the World, trying to make a difference. If you're a hippy you're probably even thinking you're making one.
But I did celebrate a few hours ahead. Sometimes you just need to conform yourself to the norms. As usual I had a great time.
I got to Guangzhou not knowing anyone and I've already met great people. I'm greatful for that. I don't know if it's luck. Once on a plane I met a lady. We always meet people on planes. Anyway. We shared a lot; it's sometimes nice to meet strangers and just be able to spill everything on them. I told her many thruths. Some things are tricky to say. We spoke about people. She told me I was interesting and I returned the compliment and added it was a pleasant surprise, as it isn't always the case. She cut me and said "I always meet interesting people, humans have a magnetic field; they attract and therefore meet people that are on the same level. The others are bounced off." I liked those wise words even though they knocked me off a bit. I want to only meet interesting-smart people too. I haven't made it yet.
One of my best friends in high school used to say "fuck the rest, take the best." He's not a friend anymore, but that stayed. It's trashy but I'll take it.
No time for losers.
Life feels like it's flying by, changing so fast. On this day a year ago I was in Toulouse with a whole other and at the time brand new group of friends. 2 months ago I was in Prague on an internship without many friends. Now I'm in China with a new group of bud's. Like a blink of an eye.
Before leaving home on this exchange program I spoke with my relatives. My mother looked back: "They say life is short and that time flies. It's not really true. I feel like I've been around for a while."
I guess we each have our version of it. I feel like I'm cruising at Mach 3.4 in a SR-71 Blackbird.
One year from this day for an other celebration.