Dammit

 

I have a hard time understanding age.

And that could be because I’ve never felt my age? But it’s also kind of weird that we place such a strong emphasis on years.

If you ask me, years mean nothing.

Sure, I walk around commenting on how quickly time flies, wondering how I’m already a certain age. But aside from those common complaints, it’s just a number. It’s not like that age defines who I am or what I’ve done.

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I’ve felt this way for a while.

Right? It’s not like your 24th birthday rolls around and you’re like, “This is the year I meet the love of my life,” or you turn 30 and think “I did all of the things a 20-something should do and now that I’m 30 I simply refuse to do them anymore.”

That’s not how life works! Whether you like it or not, try as you might to plan every detail of every day, you never know when a curveball will come your way. Or how it’s going to affect your life, for better or worse.

But when it is for the better, how often do we take the time to appreciate that moment? I honestly think it’s worth more pomp and circumstance than an annual reminder that you’ve spent X amount of time on this earth and here’s hoping you have something to show for it.

So why do we celebrate birthdays? I’m not saying they’re a bad thing. I actually love them—they’re so fun! But humor me for a hot second. Get philosophical. Dig deep.

How did birthdays come to be the universally celebrated milestone? When and where was the first birthday party held? It’s truly amazing birthdays are a thing around the world and have been for as long as anyone knows, right?

Especially when you consider those other moments—the curveballs and the a-has!

Those have a much greater impact on who you are than the age you’re assigned. Whether it was the day you graduated high school, opened your first credit card, got engaged, rescued an animal—those change you.

One date rolling around every year does not.

My point is, everyone spends their years differently. I’ve had years in which several experiences seemed to fit the “timeline”. But more often than not, I consider myself behind the curve.

And I hate feeling behind the curve. Not because of the “behind” part, but because why is there any kind of curve in the first place?

Birthdays are fun and special, but we shouldn’t look at them as checkboxes. Going up in age doesn’t make me smarter or more experienced—I don’t even think it makes me older.

Until an actual checkbox is ticked, I’ll continue feeling whatever age I like, thank you very much.

(Even then, who’s to say it will go up?)

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And those are all of my thoughts. Thanks for reading. The end!

Nothing else to talk about. I promise.

promise.

What?

Stop.

Yes, fine, OKAY. Today is my birthday and I’m obviously having a hard time dealing with the new number attached to my name, so I would really appreciate your support as I accept being closer to 30 than 25. I’m not even sure I’ve had a proper quarter-life crisis yet. Are they obvious? IS THIS IT?

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Title Credit: blink-182

 

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