Another year...
August 15, 2008...it will be here in less than 24 hours. And on that day, one year will come to an end and another will begin. I will begin my 32 year of life upon this planet.
It always seems that I approach my birthday with a mixture of anticipation, excitement, dread and regret. Anticipation wondering what this new year of life will bring. Excitement in that I'm embarking on another chapter of my life. Dread knowing that I'm getting older. Regret looking back on my life feeling I wasted so much time. Many of the things I thought I would have accomplished in my life by the time I was 32 have not come to pass. And that is a great regret. I know I should not feel that way, but I do. Perhaps many of those things will come to pass in this new year. Or perhaps not. All I can do is go into it and see what it will bring.
In past years I have sat in dread of my birthday because I suspected that the new year of life would be as dull and forgettable as every other year. Consumed, as every other year is, with the mundane. It will pass as all others do and be forgotten in the mists of time, devoured by the shadows that have digested everything else. But this year I have realized that such does not have to be the case. I am the one who decides whether this new year of my life will be dull and forgettable or filled with excitement and new experiences. It is my choice whether my birthday begins another uneventful year or if it begins a year full of the experiences and excitement that should fill life.
It always seems that I approach my birthday with a mixture of anticipation, excitement, dread and regret. Anticipation wondering what this new year of life will bring. Excitement in that I'm embarking on another chapter of my life. Dread knowing that I'm getting older. Regret looking back on my life feeling I wasted so much time. Many of the things I thought I would have accomplished in my life by the time I was 32 have not come to pass. And that is a great regret. I know I should not feel that way, but I do. Perhaps many of those things will come to pass in this new year. Or perhaps not. All I can do is go into it and see what it will bring.
In past years I have sat in dread of my birthday because I suspected that the new year of life would be as dull and forgettable as every other year. Consumed, as every other year is, with the mundane. It will pass as all others do and be forgotten in the mists of time, devoured by the shadows that have digested everything else. But this year I have realized that such does not have to be the case. I am the one who decides whether this new year of my life will be dull and forgettable or filled with excitement and new experiences. It is my choice whether my birthday begins another uneventful year or if it begins a year full of the experiences and excitement that should fill life.
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