As I approach another year of birth, I realize how growing old for me means having an old heart with a young mind. We are born into this world as little innocent children who have a beautiful sense of exploration, wonder, and delight but a heart that only knows of our own little bubble of a world we used to live in as 2-year-olds. As we grow older, depending on what route we take, we find ourselves developing an old mind with tainted hearts and corrupt polluted thought processes or we find our way back to this young beautiful mind who only see the good in people, who revel in the smallest delights and who have faith in what is unseen - Santa Claus, the tooth fairy, and God. As we grow older, we either choose the path of a young heart who loves wildly, crazily, and irrationally or the path of an old heart who loves slowly, naturally, and effortlessly. An old heart successfully balances the art of love and reason. An old heart makes choices based on experience and knowledge. Sometimes, the paths we take lead us into deep holes and other times, we find ourselves building staircases back to our young mind with an old heart. It was not until this year that I started building those steps. When I loved and lived with an old mind and young heart, I found myself angry, negative, and hostile at the world. It was feeding at my very core where everything that I experienced was negative, where every thought I created was ugly, and every image that came across my eyes had a flaw. My mind was old and my heart was young. I was only seeing what was in front of me, what was in my bubble that my whole world turned into this ugly place. And then one day, I woke up, found myself fed up with this ugly life I created for myself, and walked into a sacred place that changed my whole world. And slowly the steps started to build where my mind was exposed to the thought processes I’d create when I was a child, where life seemed beautiful and fun naturally, and where having faith in the unknown made sense again. As my mind finds peace and positivity, my heart and soul slowly grows wiser, more rational, and slow to react. And I feel a sense of peace. The key to growing up is knowing what battles to pick, selectively choosing what emotions to react to, and realizing your thoughts create your world and how you see and act towards it. The beauty of growing up is knowing you have that choice to take what you know and absorb the information or react to it and from there, you create your life and your story. What life do you want to build and create for yourself?