today is my 18th birthday

time passed... quietly, almost imperceptibly... and then it finally happened. i became an adult. officially.
suddenly, i was expected to take responsibility for my self, make real choices and start living with the burden of consequences...

i'm not sure how i feel about it. there's no overwhelming excitement, no drastic change...
just the gentle realization that my student life is over... it has been like a month since then.

i can't remember the last time i was really excited for my birthday. i don't like noisy parties or cheesy birthday songs.
i still appreciate the messages, the gifts, the love from everyone... just i've accepted that birthdays don't hit the same way anymore.
and maybe that’s okay.
(still had a small party with my family and relatives.)

lately, i've found myself looking back on the past 18 years, not knowing how to feel. have i lived them well?
i've missed many opportunities, made many mistakes.
life is a series of choices that somehow shape you. i try to remind myself that regret doesn't change the past,
and it definitely shouldn't define my future. the path i've been on has brought me here.

i'm moving on to the next thing. university. a new environment, new people, and no idea what comes next.
maybe i'll get a part-time job with decent outcomes. maybe i'll figure out how to live on my own.
maybe i'll slowly start to feel like an actual adult living in this confusing, fast-paced world.

there's no big reveal here, no final conclusion. just a quiet acceptance that things are changing.
and for now, i think that’s enough.