How do I even start... last week I was told I looked like a 17 year old and being honest I didn't like to hear it. It's not a bad thing to be 17 when you're 17, but I felt like if you don't know me just by the looks you judge the things I achieved. And this is a way of proving wrong. Looks not always are what they seem to be.

Anyway, I actually turned 21 yesterday, sounds weird to say it. In Portugal 21 is not a big deal, the 18th is thou, but at this place and time I'm not feeling it like the most important thing ever. It's nice, is my birthday. I just stop to realise how many things I achieved in the past 21 years and that's what makes me feel complete. So here's a little story of my life ( since I was 15).

Now, I'm here, in the same place, with the same good people, I'm going on holidays to Canada and God knows if I will move there soon! It's been a long journey to my eyes, I didn't have much the chance to enjoy life like many at my age do but I wouldn't trade anything I conquered so far. I've done a lot with my life in the past 6 years and these 21 things only refer to those. I lost friends to car accidents, and it's nothing I ever thought would come across me, its though because you stop to think it could've been you or someone even closer to you. Then you realise you gotta do what you gotta do and believe in God's will for you. So this is a way of me telling you, it doesn't matter the number you have on top of your cake as a birthday candle, what matters is the things you lived, and being 21 or 91, you will always have new experiences coming across your path that will lead you to the next stage of your life, and at the end, you're just learning to live a good life and do good to others!

Thank you so much for sticking around!