The third day of January has been a rainy one.
For someone who does not like rain, or even just listening to the sound of it, this day is not a perfect one. However, I slept really well today, so I don’t think I have a right to complain.
I just don’t like it when it rains. I don’t know what it is about the rain that gets me every time. I always get restless when rains starts to pitter-patter on the rooftop. It makes me feel like the world is about to end. I guess I’ve always pictured the end of the world to be stormy, dark, and loud, with people, cars and animals screaming out loud.
Hey! It’s too early in the year to be this negative, you know.
Today is also the birthday of my aunt. I don’t know how old she is today. However, as I’ve always believed in, age does not come in years. Instead, it comes from life experiences, laughter, and tears. You are only as old as how you feel. I’m 28 years old, and I’ll be 29 this year. However, I’ll always be 26, trapped somewhere between accepting maturity and staying young to enjoy stupid mistakes.