I just had my birthday a few weeks back.
It was quiet an interesting event. My significant other rallied all off those whom are closest and dearest and still in the same country as me, to gather on the same day at my house without my knowledge of it, thus showing she has much greater skill than I when it comes to organisation. Seriously I'd have problems my way out of a wet paper bag. It was amazing, I had no idea what was going on and was still so surprised when I was cutting my birthday cake that I didn't notice that it only had 8 candles on it.
It makes you think though, birthdays. You start thinking, what have achieved in the past year that is of any merit and worth while enough for your continued existence on this planet. This past year I feel, I've accomplished much... Well much more than the previous one anyhow. I've bought a house, bought a car, got my self a decent job that I can stick to.
The only sigh I supposed I can breathe is at the fact, that yes, I am older now. In my early twenties, another year was a good thing, further openings of opportunities and experiences dawned upon me. Now in the twilight years before the big 3-0, things aren't as fresh and vibrant as they used to be, more stale and blah. Been there, done that, bought the t-shirt, rode the donkey etc etc. Maybe I'm approaching a mid-life crisis of sorts, but looking at the longevity in my family, I should only be experiencing that when I'm forty-forty five.
Dunno, maybe I'm just thinking too much. My colleagues at the office would say I'm over analysing things, but hey, it's part of my job description to over-analyse things. Anyway, found this cartoon on the net recently that I think describes my feelings. Found it on gapingvoid.com. Great stuff.
It was quiet an interesting event. My significant other rallied all off those whom are closest and dearest and still in the same country as me, to gather on the same day at my house without my knowledge of it, thus showing she has much greater skill than I when it comes to organisation. Seriously I'd have problems my way out of a wet paper bag. It was amazing, I had no idea what was going on and was still so surprised when I was cutting my birthday cake that I didn't notice that it only had 8 candles on it.
It makes you think though, birthdays. You start thinking, what have achieved in the past year that is of any merit and worth while enough for your continued existence on this planet. This past year I feel, I've accomplished much... Well much more than the previous one anyhow. I've bought a house, bought a car, got my self a decent job that I can stick to.
The only sigh I supposed I can breathe is at the fact, that yes, I am older now. In my early twenties, another year was a good thing, further openings of opportunities and experiences dawned upon me. Now in the twilight years before the big 3-0, things aren't as fresh and vibrant as they used to be, more stale and blah. Been there, done that, bought the t-shirt, rode the donkey etc etc. Maybe I'm approaching a mid-life crisis of sorts, but looking at the longevity in my family, I should only be experiencing that when I'm forty-forty five.
Dunno, maybe I'm just thinking too much. My colleagues at the office would say I'm over analysing things, but hey, it's part of my job description to over-analyse things. Anyway, found this cartoon on the net recently that I think describes my feelings. Found it on gapingvoid.com. Great stuff.
3 comments:
how can you leave this out?
the concept of the night was potluck, and I actually managed to trick him into bringing beer!
heh ;p
Heh-heh, well what can i say? ;-p
err, that's twice in a row you've replied me in the exact same way, you know...