If I will be given a chance to go back to where I started, I won't make it a deal. If returning to my past will be a priviledge, I will still not stand on grabbing the opportunity. Regardless the fact that genies are just fictitious creatures, if they are only realistic beings, I would not make it a point to have me catapulted to the very day I was born, interestingly maintaining my mindsets and acquired knowledge throughout the seventeen years I have lived. Why? Because going back will only mess up who I am right now.

Many people believe that I am a person-in-deep-thoughts. Most of them want to let me see the beauty of the world. Had they been close to me, they will surely invade my temperament and all of these ridicule inside me would just diminish into thin air. Sure enough, I am a person who always opts to be mysterious and secludes himself whenever there is a valid reason to do so. Only a handful understands and realizes the reality behind my identity. One may know my name by heart, my age, my birthday, my hobbies, my favorites, and others, but when it comes to seeking the real me, everyone fails.

Two days ago, I celebrated my seventeen birthday. Only the word celebrate is apparently unappropriate to use. There were just a few people who greeted me either personally or through text messaging. I am not bearing grudges, though. I am, on the contrary, happy because no one thrown a hoopla just because this planet is closely in its same position around its orbit seventeen years ago. My birthday, for me, is nothing but yet another mundane day to kill to successfully move forward to the next battleground of life.

On one hand, my day of birth, so to speak, marked an event in my life that will consequently draw another plot on my book of life. I was accepted as a new staffer of The Cursor, my school's official student publication. A lot of things are still queued to face me, just like how job applicants are interviews by employers. More of them will meet me face-to-face, and the least thing I can do is to choose not to duel with them.

The many days that have already gone by are enough for me to be who I am. The "me" who lived in the past is already renewed, though anew, because there is someone up there who have splendid plans for me. I am glad He is my Lord as much as I am glad I am who I am.