Sitting here writing about whats probably the most important thing to me, a thing called life with a candle trying to burn and with the lights off feels weird, weird in a good way.

I turn 15 two days ago and it was crazy. It felt weird. Weird in a weird way. I had been expecting it for a long time yet when it was finally here it felt like it had crept up from behind a little to suddenly.
I am just starting to get to know myself…who I am as a person, what I am, what makes me special and what am I here for but I guess it’s a little to soon to answer those questions, 15 and I still feel like I felt when I was 9 and well I think that’s how I will ever be and it feels wonderful.

I still don’t get the concept of growing up.

The birthday was nothing special, yet it felt very special. I spent the day with mum, we got along, maybe that was it, maybe growing up was understanding and seeing things from a different view, maybe it was being taken seriously or maybe it was not being able to beg for a different flavour of gelato because yours tasted sickening.

We went for dinner, together, it was family time, something that hadn’t happened in the house for the past 4 years. Further into the night, I played the role of mediator, relaying conversation to sort things that have been bugging everyone out…maybe that was growing up, maturity?

At the end, everything worked out fine.

Another year past me by, another day went, another hour about to do.

The past year had taught me soo much.
I found a purpose, I found out how insane our world was, I found the best friends I could have ever hoped for, I found a little bit of myself.

I learnt to cry. I learnt to smile with the sad. I learnt to forget, forgive and let go. I learnt that happiness was sitting there right next to you all along, all you had to do was poke it. I learnt to find beauty in things. I learnt to live, love and be happy.

Looking at 15, it seems wonderful. Suddenly everything seems to be in place, everything looks, seems, smells perfect. Hey I even have a new definition for ‘perfect’ now =D

Happiness is what life is about. It’s the love you give and the love you (sometimes) get in return.