A few years back, I remember thinking to myself “24 is a gonna be a great year”. Indeed it is. And in the moment I turned 24, I realised why. I’m most definitely in my life, for the first time, felt content. I’m happy. Blessed. I dunno why. Maybe I’ve made the commitment to let go. Not give 2 fucks of the societal norms. Getting rich, slogging my life away in papers, that is not what I want. At the age of 9, I didn’t want to have a 9-5 routined job. I wanted to be an artist. Free. Unlatched. I go with the flow. A dead fish to some but I am my own breed. I’ve always stood out. So why not finally embracing it. Celebrated the day alone. In my own thought bubbles, kissing and intertwining with the breeze as I paddled along the shoreline. I didn’t feel alone. I felt free. A constant smile across my face. I want to feel this way forever, whenever. I pray I do.