22 tomorrow!One of my ultimate fears is aging. I hate and fear growing old. Maybe because everytime

22 tomorrow!One of my ultimate fears is aging. I hate and fear growing old. Maybe because everytime I see old people alone in the streets with no one (not even their children or grandchildren) to help them while carrying shopping bags or crossing the streets, I kinda think that that may happen to me too. And I don’t want that. But that’s life. It teaches us to enjoy every second and every minute of it as long as we still can. Maybe being 22 is just the same as being 20 or 21. I don’t even see the difference. But there’s one thing I realized, that time is ticking and the pace is so fast that we have to keep up with life and fulfill what we’re really here for.No plans for my birthday yet. But I just wish people (I mean my family and friends) will remember my special day. I actually miss throwing traditional birthday parties. Food at home inviting friends, relatives and neighbors, opening gifts, particularly from everyone who knows your birthday, receiving birthday cards. That’s more like it. It’s one day of the year that I am on the spotlight and for 24 hours, no one could ever steal that light. Yeah. #celebratelife -- source link

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