I believe that each age holds it’s own trials and it’s own experiences, it’s own heartaches, and it’s on adventures. Some years ask questions, while others hold answers. Sixteen held no answers, only questions. Unanswered ones, at that. Sixteen was naive, sixteen was easily swayed, sixteen went with the flow (for the most part) just as fifteen had. And fourteen. And a lot of years before that. Sixteen conformed, and got insecure over other people’s opinions, sixteen tried to run from both the future and the past all at once and ended up right back where she started. Sixteen hurt people, sixteen was self consumed, and prideful, sixteen only apologized about five times because she hardly ever saw her own wrong-doings, but always expected apologies from others. Sixteen loved, foolishly so, and got hurt. Sixteen allowed herself to be sad, and bitter, and regretful over stuff far longer than one should be. Sixteen, also, picked herself up. Took long enough. Sixteen met new people, and went on new adventures. Sixteen changed, and grew… just in time for seventeen and I am so thankful for seventeen, because sixteen was not always gentle, and sometimes far from kind. Hopefully seventeen will run towards the future, rather than away. Seventeen will dream, and be inspired by everything one can be inspired by. Seventeen will be kind, and gentle. Seventeen will love everyone, even when it feels impossible, and seventeen will always apologize when it fails to do so. Seventeen will have it’s own trials, I know, but seventeen will not be knocked down as easy as sixteen was, time and time again. Seventeen will not be so vulnerable. Seventeen is strong and knows that, through god, nothing is too impossible to overcome. Here I am, seventeen, and I am so grateful for it. I am so thankful that I live in a world where we are provided with new beginnings, and seventeen will embrace every moment. As will eighteen, and twenty-five, and sixty-eight, and all of the years after that.