Yesterday, I celebrated my 24th birthday.

I feel like, being just one year shy of a quarter of a century old, I should have some sort of cosmic wisdom to impart on people, particularly people who are younger than me. I feel like there are so many things that I’ve learned in my 24 years of life, but I can’t seem to nail it down into a single cohesive set of wisdom at all.

I do know a few things. I know that there are times that I don’t remember my own name, but I can remember the Hanson hits that came out when I was in elementary school.

I know that I never fully understood unconditional love until I had a child.

I know that while many relationships will fail, and some may even be harmful, but you can learn from each and every one.

I know that I’d rather do something I love and be happy than be miserable doing something I hate.

I know that it’s in the harder times that you learn who is truly there for you.

I know that an amazing support system can work wonders, and without one, it’s sometimes hard to get by.

I know that there are so many things I don’t know yet.

I know there are so many things that I have yet to learn. For now, I’m going to keep enjoying every moment.