Seventeen years. Thank you.
On the 5th of june I realised how lucky I really am. I have almost everything. I used to be scared to admit this because I didn't want to jinx it. Well, forget about jinxes. This is called appreciation. Life is never perfect. If it was, no one would have wanted to live it. Imperfection makes us human. It makes us want to strive for the so-called perfection, so that we move along and life goes on. But perfection is just like beauty. It lies in the eyes of the beholder. Only, it is so much more difficult to find because people mostly do not know where to look. But when you do find it, then you have understood what life really is all about. And then it's time to die.

On the night of 5th of june, I'd be gladly welcoming death if he ever came.

Now I'm not sure why I'm talking about death all of a sudden. Bear with me here.