It may sound a little childish at this point, but from as long as I can remember I don't celebrate a birthDay. I celebrate a birthWeek. I get presents and messages for a whole week, and that makes this week the best in the whole year. Sometimes, people don't even know I celebrate a whole week, but it ends up I get their attention anyway. I did think about quiting this practice. I have heard that this may be a little too much... but what a hell!! I have this one life... all that bs. This is my life, which has preetty good moments, most of the times. I should celebrate a hell of it.
Well, this year I'm turning 25. Good age... good number. I have a whole fixation for the number 21, and I though that was a great age. But I was thinking, that was 4 years ago. Time does fly... very fast.
But I do have a lot to be grateful and celebrate. You see, it may be just a silly coincidence, but my birthday is always around Thanks Giving. It may just be a great way to make me look at my blessings and gifts and just count them.
I was thinking about time, lately. Is such a great word, that we can use for so many things. "It's time for a change..." I have no time these days... it's time for you to study... time's up... it's been such a long time...
I used to deal with time as if it was a great enemy. I remember never really being happy for growing up. I liked birthdays, but I wasn't really happy for having to change. Maybe because I was always very passionate about things and wish I could have just a little more time to enjoy them...
I don't know... what I have learned is that sometimes we wish time could pass faster so we don't miss anything; and sometimes we wish time could pass slower so we don't miss everything.
Funny,ham?
In the end, time is a great ally. I've learned that it is okay for me to have a long time ahead of me. I didn't have enough time to get mature or to get my ideas straight... and for that I may be naive and optmist. But I do have a loooong time to live, meet people and experiment things...
I remember at 20 visualizing how I would be at 25. I remember thinking that I would be, on my birthay month, defending my doctoral thesis and that I would be pregnant.
Silly, silly, silly... Because I've learned that I enjoy studying and that should never be rushed. I need time for my ideas. And for that reason, I am way far from having a family.
People I grew up with are getting marry,having babies... (not necessarily in that order).... but this is my time.
In reality, at 25, I am living in the best city of the world. I am accomplishing many dreams, such as been taught by Howard Gardner and living by myself. I am strong enough to take care of myself and face many challenges, such as not being polite when I have to, speaking up my matters... and I am allowed to be exactly the way I want.
Isn't that enough reason to celebrate a whole week?
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