Today’s the big day.
I don’t get the big rush to grow up. I don’t have a job I’m dying to start. I don’t have someone I want to marry. I’m enjoying things just as they are right now.I suppose your first birthday isn’t such a big deal; it’s not like you can do much in that bassinet anyway. But after that… I’m more of a live-in-the-moment type of person, I don’t want to rush into the future.Time catches up with everyone eventually, so I guess having friends and family around when the time comes is better than not. Still, I don’t see why everyone thinks it’s such a “celebration.” Like, really, what are we “celebrating”? I know that technically it’s a celebration of our birth and all, but it feels more like a reminder that we’re just getting older — just getting closer to dying. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining about getting older. Each life stage has its perks; I just wish they’d last a little longer.Maybe I’m feeling extra sensitive about this particular birthday. I’ve always been taken care of; my parents have always taken care of me. Mom, Dad, even Uncle Franz — they aren’t going to be around forever. Now, I have to take care of myself.
Well, I can’t just not age up. It’s now or now. Like I said, I prefer to live in the moment, so even though I’m a little hesitant and a lot anxious, I’m trying to enjoy it.Spinning, swirling, sparkling…This isn’t so bad. I don’t feel too different. Okay, enough about me! We’ve got another birthday to celebrate!