Twenty, Twenty-one.



Being 20,

The constant excuses of being young

was the way to get out of responsibilities.

Acting like a teenager and getting away with it

was the last of it.

Being rebellious was a stage

that could be covered with one eye.


As I turn 21,

reality finally sinks,

as days of real struggles creep in.

Responsibilities increased, spending time on people who don’t bring me happiness decreased.

The need to grow up overnight vanquish all other worries.

And at a certain point in time,

growing up did not sound as fun as I’d imagined when I was 10.

Nevertheless, with the friends I have besieged,

and the family I am constantly surrounded with,

the inevitability of being alright cannot even be fully expressed.


All my life, I have been blessed with being given so much more than I give. Gratefulness does not even cover the feeling I have. Because of the love that has been constantly showered upon me, the need to become a better person than I was yesterday has enhanced. I wish that for all whom I know, would be blessed with the happiness they deserved and top notch health.

Thank you for being part of my life and I can only hope that you would continue to sit on my roller coaster ride.


Inked with tons of love, indebtedness and new adulthood obligations in mind (and heart),

Adelia Mikaela