18

I’m eighteen now and fear is bigger that before.

Fear to grow up and to pass life.

Fear to be obligated to mature, to have responsibilities and to be an adult.

I was recently celebrating my birthday in class with my eight friends in the kindergarten, my birthday in the primary education with clowns blowing up balloons and my many friends scurrying up and down, my birthday in the secondary education with my little group of friend enjoying themselves.

And now I’m already in the university and I have celebrated my adulthood. Everything have been the blink of an eye, a video on fast forward, the blowing of a candle.

The cronos which was imposed by us at some time, is also our anguish sometimes. It was said by the existentialists.

We should be more Nietzscheans and not follow a time, we should stop drowning.