Lingy gone into hiding

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

17-12-13' The last month of being 26.

What do I want for my birthday? 

'Time'

Let me be 21 again (So that I can fill '21' in the age column in forms).

I was feeling alright until after I hit 25. It came to me that 26, 27 onwards sound awfully ugly numbers in years. I became reluctant to share my age and sometimes in denial. 

How ironic of the birthday wish; you want time to go backwards. You use this year birthday to wish to go back to last birthdays, neutralizing the very wish you wish upon. 

My sensible self tells me that to challenge the laws of nature may attract dire results. I may forget things I'd done, alter my path, be a completely different person, or non existence- consequences I couldn't afford. 

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Life is full of insatiable wants. Precisely of this concept, we have motivations to keep us going, to get a decent job, work and keep your earns. 

As years goes by, the present itself does not hold much regards compared to the intentions and thoughts on getting it. The present is not about the gift itself but the significance of celebration.

I could see why parents are thrilled to receive a piece of art work from their children even though it's a piece of paper with scribbles, doddles. Because I felt the same warm resonance when my young patients gave me a piece of their drawings, and with me looking extremely weird and blue like an avatar character. 

Friends, thank you for sharing your time and growing up together with me. For being in a part of your life which neither of us can go back. 

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