The end.
This morning I woke up and I was turning 13. I felt no different than when I was 12, I looked the same in the mirror and had the same thoughts in my head. Today I woke up and had my last day of high school. Today I woke up and looked the same as I always have, went through the same routine, saw the same people I have for most of my entire life. Today I felt no older, no more responsible, no more mature than I did yesterday, or the day before, or the day before...
Yet, today was the end. The end of 16 years of my life, and I feel no different, look no different, nor do I think differently. I am turning 13, or 18, or 50, or 100. I am the oldest, and the youngest I will ever be. Completely naive, while aged and experienced. What Wonders the World has yet to reveal.