22

Less then 24 hours to me turning 22....22 is just a number...a number which signifies nothing and yet signifies my entire life. It could mean nothing compared to a lot of people, yet mean so much more when compared to the others. When I look back at my life, I have no regrets. I love how I have lived, what I have become, what I am now. Yes, I have made some mistakes, I have hurt people, I have been hurt and I have been used. Would I want to change any of that? I would be lying if I said I never want to. Sometimes  I wish I could take the part away where I have hurt people or what I have been hurt, but then I realise that then I wouldn't be who I am today.
I am not perfect. At 22, I have done nothing for people to want my autograph, nothing for the media to want to write about me, my father isn't Bill Gates and I am no super model. Yet, I have my own achievements. I have bought a smile of faces, I have made me parents proud of me, I made my friends feel special and I do my bit for the society.
Some say, its time you got married. Some say I should start working. How much more would I study? Some even say, look at the young achievers of today. Wouldn't you want to be like them? No I wouldn't. I wouldn't say that I always like who I am. Like everyone else, sometimes  I feel like I don't fit in, I wish I was a little different...but most of the times, I love me. I wouldn't want to change a thing. I wouldn't want to give up studying, or want to get married. I don't want to settle down or work. I want to fly some more. I want to live life my way, because so far...its been awesome.

22 is just a number to me. Its the life, the memories, the moments and the people in the 22 years that have made all the difference. I loved the last 22 years of my life, and if I continue to have the same people in my life, I am sure the next 22 are going to be amazing too.