In a phrase to cut these lips

Shakespeare, scurvy, and everything in between.
Because 台灣啤酒 was such a big part of my 2011. This year has been, above all things, a very humbling one. You live your life thinking you’re all that as you approach 21 - grown up and ready to be an adult. At least I did. And then I realised that what everyone says is true, that 21 really is just a number both in youth and in aging. And that life is really what you make of the experiences within. And that if I could, I would live the rest of my life continuing to be humbled every day by the things greater than I am, and all the things I cannot fathom. In what might seem like a symbolic act (but was really born out of necessity) I cleaned out some of my old junk today, stuff from my insensible pre-teen neoprint-ridden years right up to when I was an anguished seventeen year old. Felt extreme annoyance at Past Self while I was doing so (Y U NO EMOTIONALLY MATURE?! Y U NO APPRECIATE YOUR YOUTH?!) but I guess such is the admonishment that Future Selves always dole out. I remember thinking, at sixteen, that I hoped I would never grow up and would always remain largely the same. Such folly. Five years seems like a trivial passage of time, but how it alters perceptions and responsibilities. I have peers getting married now, and other peers pressuring me to do the same. (NO!) I am glad I am no longer the same person I was. And in five years when I look back at my twenty-one year old self, all I can hope for is that I am proud of the person I have been. Thank you, everyone who has been here thus far. Hello, start of/rest of my life.

Because 台灣啤酒 was such a big part of my 2011.

This year has been, above all things, a very humbling one. You live your life thinking you’re all that as you approach 21 - grown up and ready to be an adult. At least I did. And then I realised that what everyone says is true, that 21 really is just a number both in youth and in aging. And that life is really what you make of the experiences within. And that if I could, I would live the rest of my life continuing to be humbled every day by the things greater than I am, and all the things I cannot fathom.

In what might seem like a symbolic act (but was really born out of necessity) I cleaned out some of my old junk today, stuff from my insensible pre-teen neoprint-ridden years right up to when I was an anguished seventeen year old. Felt extreme annoyance at Past Self while I was doing so (Y U NO EMOTIONALLY MATURE?! Y U NO APPRECIATE YOUR YOUTH?!) but I guess such is the admonishment that Future Selves always dole out.

I remember thinking, at sixteen, that I hoped I would never grow up and would always remain largely the same. Such folly. Five years seems like a trivial passage of time, but how it alters perceptions and responsibilities. I have peers getting married now, and other peers pressuring me to do the same. (NO!)

I am glad I am no longer the same person I was. And in five years when I look back at my twenty-one year old self, all I can hope for is that I am proud of the person I have been.

Thank you, everyone who has been here thus far.

Hello, start of/rest of my life.

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