Today was the day I received gifts from family members which live all across the globe. I am no geologist but for what I can say, these are difficult times to ship items. Money, memory books, birthday cards; you name it, it was a charitable birthday. Like any other birthday party I had, I always wanted pepperoni pizza and chocolate cake with chocolate icing. I never wondered why these were the commodities to my peevish desires, but I've stuck with it ever since. I never liked eating the cake, but being the birthday boy, I'm always the first bite.
It was the same every year. Waking up on in a lit room filled with blue walls. The sprinkler spraying on the shiny trimmed grass and neighborhood kids riding their four-wheeled bicycles. Nothing seemed new but for once a year you get a happy birthday greetings and charitable gifts. Thus over the years the excitement of knowing what could be awaiting me behind the wooden door of my room grew less. The only growing that be had on myself was the extra number applied to my life. You gain nothing but an extra number and for what purpose could it be to brag about it? Growing older makes people think about the past and how they changed. They reminisce the fun they had playing at the playground with the vast amount of kids they could talk to. They step up into junior high and experience puberty. They walk into high school fearing the new experiences of life. Seeing their love at first sight then later in life having a family. They recollect these memories to cherish what they can't experience ever again. Time will continue and they will grow old wishing they could be young again. Birthdays come along for this sole purpose of recalling the past. The number will keep rising and when they die it will finally stop, they can stay at an age forever and they won't get any older. Time stops and life continues without them. Change was the fear, the ill-dopamine of their existence. Death will stop that change, now they can live young forever while others will grow old.
Estellia
It was the same every year. Waking up on in a lit room filled with blue walls. The sprinkler spraying on the shiny trimmed grass and neighborhood kids riding their four-wheeled bicycles. Nothing seemed new but for once a year you get a happy birthday greetings and charitable gifts. Thus over the years the excitement of knowing what could be awaiting me behind the wooden door of my room grew less. The only growing that be had on myself was the extra number applied to my life. You gain nothing but an extra number and for what purpose could it be to brag about it? Growing older makes people think about the past and how they changed. They reminisce the fun they had playing at the playground with the vast amount of kids they could talk to. They step up into junior high and experience puberty. They walk into high school fearing the new experiences of life. Seeing their love at first sight then later in life having a family. They recollect these memories to cherish what they can't experience ever again. Time will continue and they will grow old wishing they could be young again. Birthdays come along for this sole purpose of recalling the past. The number will keep rising and when they die it will finally stop, they can stay at an age forever and they won't get any older. Time stops and life continues without them. Change was the fear, the ill-dopamine of their existence. Death will stop that change, now they can live young forever while others will grow old.
Estellia