"Remember, remember the 5th of November" (V for Vendetta).....or in my case the 6th. My birthday is this weekend and I will finally sail away from the kingdom of teenagers. I would say that I sailed away a long time ago, but I still have my moments of rebellious urges and I keep a coloring book on my desk next to the huge textbooks of theology and history.
I've never been a fan of math and I sometimes think age is just a number, but, sometimes, numbers do make sense to me. Eighteen is a big one because you can finally be an adult and make your own legal decisions, but you're still tied to being a teen and are still limited. I feel like twenty brings a sense of maturity along with it, while also reminding you that you are fresh into adulthood.
Everyone keeps their own pace in life and every drummer has a different beat in mind. Sure we can generalize ages and say that most people act a certain way with a certain age, but there will always be variations.
I don't know exactly where I'm supposed to be at twenty and I'm not sure if I'm behind or ahead in maturity; all I know is that I'm turning 20 and life is good. God has blessed me with 20 years of surprises. Every day He shows me something new and freaks me out a little more. I have to leave some things behind when the clock turns twelve on Friday night, but I'm ready for it. Life goes on and the time keeps running even if the clock stops ticking because we've broken it or forgotten to replace the battery.
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