Eighteen years. (Happy Birthday)

Eighteen years.
Eighteen long years.
I always thought as a kid, once I hit this moment that everything would be great,
I’d finally be my own person, old enough to make my own decisions, my own thoughts,
Making the world my oyster.
Now that I’m here I can see that as a child I was clearly misinformed.
This world isn’t all sunshine and rainbows.
It’s a world that wants to see how much s**t you can take before you crack and find your own way out.

Happy birthday kid. I hope it’s what you were wanting all these years.