Looks like childhood has ended.
Still, as I sit here in the last row of a Wizzair flight that shakes with turbulence, the last flight that takes me home after a year of exploration, it's not about nostalgy. Not too much, at least. At last.
After long years of analysis, introspection, debate with myself, today it is only a quiet nod saying ,,yes".
Yes, these are the things I have done, these are the things that happened in one year.
And yes, these are the things that I have learned.
I learned that wisdom is not about knowing things better - it's about being more calm, more quiet, more open.
I learned that excellence is not about judging myself bitterly - it's about understanding and learning from my own actions.
I learned that flexibility is not about lacking an opinion or a plan - it's about a wider perspective and the acceptance of insecurity.
I learned that mistakes do not exists - there are only consequences to my actions, and I learned to welcome them regardless if they were good or bad.
I learned that sacrifices do not exists - there are only decisions between our options.
I learned to form relationships and found joy and fun in caring for others and being cared for.
I learned a lot about the magic balance of reflecting on experiences but being ready to move forward at the same time.
I learned to always appreciate the small jokes life plays on me.
And now, it's not about nostalgy.
It's about ambition - not only about what to achieve, but also about who to become.
It's a strong will to continue the quest for the best within myself even higher, even better, and I'm already looking forward to even more surprises on the way.
I'm 24.
Three times 8 years have already passed, and I have the feeling that the next 8 is going to be even more extraordinary.
I am ready.
My time is now.
And as the plane lands, I suddenly know that it has always been my time, and it always will be.
