The end of Chapter 23.

Last few weeks, I saw a post somewhere on one of these platforms that says, when your birthday comes up, you are actually celebrating the end of the age that you think you're about to start and is starting the next number of your life journey. That statement coming out a few weeks before my birthday today, hits me somehow by the heart and the mind. Made me more conscious than ever. Questioning life even far ahead. 

Here's an end to Chapter 23, as the title suggests.

23 long chapters, in which each of them, especially for the last recent years had taught me what it means to be independently human and a woman, as much as I despise all those moments and memories, I couldn't be more grateful for each lesson learnt. All the dramas and the tears that flow with them, all the chaos and the laughs that burst along, the continuous complaints sighs and demanding to Him wishing that life would stop then and there, the temporary distractions planned with friends to regulate emotions for a breathe, those, those are the things that each bit I carry up and on in my life. Those fragments of moments, that are the ones that made me, ME.

p/s: this was written on my birthday last year, and tomorrow is supposed to be the day I'm closing chapter 24, for a different cause.