There is this question, you know the one you don’t want to hear and the one you don’t want to answer: “How old are you?”. Either you’re too young or you’re too old.
I always say: “I’m 17”. Sounds nice. Sounds young and free. No responsibilities. The future lies before you. You have the chance to decide what you want to be later when you’re grown up. I always lived the life of a 17 year old.
The most dangerous times are the days around my birthday. That’s when I overthink my age, it’s every time like that. I hate it. Because I’m miles away from being 17.
I am free like 17 and experienced things like I’m 70. I have friends which are 17 and I have friends over 60. I start to study now. I move out of home. I lost myself a thousand times and found me again, better, stronger and wiser.
This time everything is different. I love me. I mean not the life I live, not my circumstances I’m in, and all that stuff. I love me. I’m found home in myself. I’m feeling good. My age has nothing to do with who I am. It’s unnecessary. I am who I am. So I decided to be ageless.
xo beni
Dignity & Freedom 