18 and i don't feel any different from when i was 10. i think the same things, just with a new perspective. i still feel the same that i did. no one ever really grows up. there is no age for maturity. there is only life. and we die the same as we were born. with people surrounding us, except when we die, there are tears of sorrow, instead of joy.

how far have we come as a human race. we make the same mistakes. we dont learn. we're not smart, but we like to think that we are.


i wonder how Einstein appreciated his life. was it the same as the rest of ours except for him being a genius? i wonder