One day more. and yet I'm still stuck in immaturity. So what if I turn seventeen? I'm just another year older, another year closer to death. Another year to the defeat of life by the ever-present death.
They say that as one ages, one becomes wiser, with more experiences under his belt. Is that really true? How many of us really take away the lessons we're supposed to? How many of us recognise that doing a particular thing is wrong, and cease and desist?
One day more. How impactful can a single day be? Would it have the same significance as days like 6th June 1944, 18th June 1815, or 16th July 1945? (D-Day, Battle of Waterloo and first nuclear bomb test respectively)
Why, is Man so intent on commemorating this 'birthday', something based upon time, yet time being the intangible process and theory that Man himself invented? So what, if it's my birthday. I'm still stuck in the throes of stupidity, immaturity and laziness. Non-present social skills, clearly demonstrated yesterday. An inability to phrase myself properly not helping, either.
So what's all this for?