This Saturday, I mean this pass Saturday was the day. The same day, or rather date, that comes every year 10 days before Christmas.
My birthday, I hate it. I don't tell anyone and when someone asks me when my birthday is, I try to avoid saying. I just don't like the attention that this day creates, it's odd and it's not like I'm winning anything.
I turned 28 and sometimes I think I'm old just because of the size of that number which is not huge anyway, I'm simply acting paranoid about it. I don't feel old, I feel the same, like a stupid twelve year old in an emotionally traumatized grown-up world.
I never liked celebrating my birthday and I never got the point of celebrating it either. I guess people are always trying to find ways to distract their lives with celebrations just to make themselves feel special for a moment, or maybe I'm too melancholic to understand them. I'm not saying it's bad to celebrate, but, take it easy.
A decade ago I would think that being almost 30 it's like being too old, but now I see things the way they are and being almost 30 is not such a big deal. Obviously what matters is the life you live, the way you value your life, if you are happy and if you are doing all the things that you've always wanted to do. Well, I've decided to make a list, a list of all the things I want to do before I turn 30, I'm gonna finish the list by the end of the year and I'm gonna start doing those things in the next two years. Why not, everyone should be doing something like this, it keeps you motivated.
Age is just a number after all.