Today, I’m 35.
Today is my birthday. So… why doesn’t feel like it? It feels like just another day to me. Yeah, I was born this day 35 years ago, but what does that fundamentally mean? I came across this quote and shared it on Facebook with folks:
“The year you were born marks only your entry into the world. Other years where you prove your worth, they are the ones worth celebrating.” – Jarod Kintz
Reading this, I realize that this is probably the most true statement about celebrating one’s birthday. You are celebrated on Day 1 for making it here. Everything after that is defined by your accomplishments, how you make those days worthwhile. The self-reflective questions I love to ask, “What did I accomplish this year?” are in line with this sentiment.
I must admit though, this year went by super fast. The older you get, the faster time seems to move. And yet, the slower your perception of that time becomes. Life is spent mostly as an adult, so childhood is a blip on the radar of life, yet it is the most formative time in one’s life. We become the adults we spend our lives being because of what occurs in childhood.
We are quick to say we’ve got time, when in actually we don’t. As I wrote in one of my stories (a novel to come very soon) “Time is the greatest of illusions”. Time itself may go on into eternity, but our lives are finite and bound by physical constraints. It’s time to reassess the things that are really important, do and be with those important things, and live a life that is worthwhile. I don’t want to come back to Year 36 and say I haven’t accomplished anything. On the contrary, I want to have a whole long list of things that I’ve done or seen or met. It’s time to keep learning about the world, gain more knowledge and experience new cultures. It’s time to give back to those that need help and to be a blessing upon the world by living a life of service.
How can I be that change… to make the world a better place than I left it?