I am turning 22 years on Mandela day & I am extemely excited. Growing up is daunting kodwa very exciting because of all the suprises life throws @ you as you grow up. And as much as growing up is exciting I always ask myself why does a person have to grow. Not that I have a problem with change, just that as you grow up you do things you never would have thought doing as a child.
You go to the disco in high school, you date, you club, fail & pass your exams with flying colours & you remain proud. People come in & out of your life uncontrollably. You cry, you laugh, you stay excited. You fall in & out of love with the passing of minutes like there is no tomorrow. And through it all I've learnt & accepted that that is just how life is.
In my 21 years of existence I've learnt that the way you carry yourself will determine the way people treat you. I am not talking about people who judge or treat you like a nobody. I am talking about those who will always admire you, appreciate you, guide you; they do all those things for you 'cause they know you are worthy of all that respect.
In turning 22 years I really hope & wish that growing up will be worth it @ the end of the day & that even though I cannot understand now why the universe unfolds the way it does, I will rejoice & say I'm loving to be Asanda Mcoyana- like I do now :-)
