That Birthday Of Mine
I forgot to blog about my birthday again! It was May 8th.
This keeps happening to me, I guess the actual day just isn’t a big deal anymore. As a little kid it’s the day that brightens your face, filling your mind with hungry thoughts of cake and presents. Now it’s just a day –A day where I gain a year, and hopefully become wiser, smarter, cleverer, or something. I’m 18 this time, an adult and all that. This year I have gained to right to go to big-girl prison, and on the bright side I can sign myself out of school.
And I did too. Yan and I slipped out on Friday after the important classes were finished, with the help of an expert. As we milled around on Shattuck joyous thoughts brought me to my exuberant levels of enjoyment. We were free. We had this strength, this super power that gave us the right to make something of the day. Everyone else younger just hadn’t been able to develop this power, but in time it would come to them too.
The truth of it was, our age wasn’t what gave us the strength to step beyond the gates. It was the illusion of a purpose. I could have done it long before, on a light work day, and give the day some real life. I could have gone to the beach, the movies, the park, on a road trip, or even just home to sleep some more. I just had to strut through the gates, looking as if I had some important reason.
But anyway, for my birthday, the things that light me up are different than they used to be. It used to be presents and cake; now it’s being with friends and doing the spontaneous. The best part of my life is the people in it. So that’s why I’m happy about being 18. It’s years I got to spend with my friends and family (the people I love), doing things that spark my passions. 18 lovely years :)
This keeps happening to me, I guess the actual day just isn’t a big deal anymore. As a little kid it’s the day that brightens your face, filling your mind with hungry thoughts of cake and presents. Now it’s just a day –A day where I gain a year, and hopefully become wiser, smarter, cleverer, or something. I’m 18 this time, an adult and all that. This year I have gained to right to go to big-girl prison, and on the bright side I can sign myself out of school.
And I did too. Yan and I slipped out on Friday after the important classes were finished, with the help of an expert. As we milled around on Shattuck joyous thoughts brought me to my exuberant levels of enjoyment. We were free. We had this strength, this super power that gave us the right to make something of the day. Everyone else younger just hadn’t been able to develop this power, but in time it would come to them too.
The truth of it was, our age wasn’t what gave us the strength to step beyond the gates. It was the illusion of a purpose. I could have done it long before, on a light work day, and give the day some real life. I could have gone to the beach, the movies, the park, on a road trip, or even just home to sleep some more. I just had to strut through the gates, looking as if I had some important reason.
But anyway, for my birthday, the things that light me up are different than they used to be. It used to be presents and cake; now it’s being with friends and doing the spontaneous. The best part of my life is the people in it. So that’s why I’m happy about being 18. It’s years I got to spend with my friends and family (the people I love), doing things that spark my passions. 18 lovely years :)
posted by Integrity at 5:25 PM
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