There is something to be said about birthdays, it is either a merry day, or one filled with worry. I realize the older I get the more disillusioned I become. Trying to make sense of my life, always wondering whether I am where I want to be. Thing is, we tend to have our lives mapped out, we know where we want to be at a particular time. We study then graduate, then hit the tarmac in search for our dream job. So what happens when things don’t quite go as planned?
We then have to re-evaluate, so that we can adapt to our environment. Living while comparing ourselves on other people’s achievements is rather a suicide mission, so what happens when you find yourself not where you wanted to be? It’s never too late I say, you still have time to make amends to push further or be daring and make a fresh start. Yes birthdays will do that to you, allow you to have fun, have a panic attack, then realize hey you might just get out of this alright.
It’s one year added but it’s also a rebirth think of it as going back to the womb being reborn and getting a new lease on life. Laugh more, love hard.