Last year, it was "21 at 21." Yesterday, it was "22 at 21." Today, it is the "2nd day of 22nd year ."
Yesterday was history. Today is becoming part of it. Tomorrow is an infinity of possibilities - some of which will become part of history; some are mere possibilities. In my quest of revealing the diory-ness of diory, or of authenticating my being, I make my own history and become part of others' histories.
I am now twenty two years and one day old. I am older, stronger, braver, and smarter than last year's diory. Tomorrow, a day would be added to my age, but I will not grow old - I will grow up. My tomorrow will become my great history (or herstory).
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