Reflections on getting older
It's funny how birthdays change as you grow older. It's almost as though they dwindle a little, shrinking in the collective consciousness of the world as it gets over the shock and novelty of your arrival.It's a little depressing almost, as the attention of parents are siphoned off toward younger siblings, (insert mineral) anniversaries and so on, as the large rambunctious pack of rugrats are slowly replaced by a few good fellows, as the spectacle of a baby's first year is reduced to a quiet dinner at Ajisen Ramen...
It seems almost ironic to me, the way the most energetic and colorful birthdays of my life are probably the ones I shall remember the least...
Or perhaps this is merely me thinking too much about something that warrants no thought.
Who knows, maybe 10 or 20 years down the road, all of those pesky, rampaging kids who played dog and bone and noisily slurped spaghetti an age ago will be reunited again...
Yeah, right...
Whatever it is, life will carry on, and I will hopefully be a little less inclined to wasting time, and a little more inclined toward those things that truly matter.
An attempt to grow a little bit wiser perhaps,
and a little bit less of an idiot......
So said Aerasio at 10:32
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