It's my Birthday

In Friday, I’ll be turning 23. Twenty-three years of living may be considered both young and old. Too young for so many things, yet old enough to be exposed to all experiences life is to bring.

I must admit, I really don’t celebrate my birthday. The last time that I celebrated that day was when I was seven. I still have the pictures that my mom took from that day. After that, March 7 was just among the ordinary days that I have, and will have. Last year was different though. It was more emotional. And then this time, March 7 is nearing, yet again.

Maybe, it was the thought of getting old. Or maybe the fear of knowing that the more you get old, the more that you get more responsibilities.

Later this day, I was having some cigarettes. A guy, obviously a college student, was walking briskly. Probably, he’s late for a class, or something else. The real reason, I’ll never know. There’s something in that guy that screams young blood. And like a vampire hunting out for fresh warm blood, my mind started racing with thoughts. Many times I get delusional like this.

And then a thought occurred and ate all the other thoughts that I was having: he’s young, and I will never be that young again.

Yes, I feel old. Twenty-three years is old. There are many things that I wished I did when I was twenty-two. But, then again, the time has run out. All I have to do is to accept. Or, probably, I can make up to it by doing those things that I wished I did. Hopefully, my work schedule, me being a son and a brother and lastly being friend will somehow give me sometime to be just me.

So, this coming Friday, I am wishing for a lot of things.

P.S. I have given up the thought of forcing a friend about getting me Gretchen Baretto CD. Baretto CD sounds like a multiplex. And that this post was supposed to have been posted in Friday. Yes, there was a celebration. Yey!