And so Today, I have collected enough days to be called an adult, though by whose standards I know not. 18 is the number.
Perhaps it was made to be arbitrary, but its perceived importance is quite large.

I know not what lies in the future, or on it. But I do know that I will continue to grasp every moment before I let it slip past me. This gives the realization of the opportunity in life.

I want to be able to say on the day of my death, whether it be today or at the end of the end, that there was not one action that I regretted. (That is not to say, however, that I did not regret the things that were wrong. Also, there is the subject of forgiveness). To live with no regrets is to live with intention and foresight, not blind acceptance.

And yet I am satisfied because He is good to me, more than I deserve (or ever will deserve).