32

is not young anymore but way far from word old.

does feel like you have enough experience of what adulthood is, yet you couldn't say you are wise enough to know life.

is the moment where you can hear the clock is ticking. loud or not, depends on you.

i am not sure what to write. for 32.

the cursor is blinking but in a way I feel like it's staring deeply into my soul as i'm typing this.

i remember the exact morning of my birthday,

a busy morning somewhere near Blok M MRT Station, 

i was on the bike with Arga,

tried to beat the traffic jam, headed to our therapist,

i was not in my best condition,

actually, i felt shitty

yet,

there were so many things to be grateful for,

i guess, that's what life is, at 32,

for me,

not full of glory and I'm not a loser in life neither,

I guess I just turned out okay,

and meanwhile my expectations to myself, about myself, is high -

and I cannot fulfill it maybe - I'm okay.

I'm enough,

I have plenty to be grateful for, again

and that is enough.