I thought I've been through this kind of artificial day before, this day called birthday. Really, the only person that should be a little concerned with today is my mother. Even for her, it is probably pain she wants to forget. But I can' help but to feel a little wishful, wish that today will be different from yesterday, wish that today will be different from tomorrow, wish that the sun rose for me, and only for me. I know, though, nothing will happen, because nothing ever happens. Wishes were called wishes for a reason.
I don't know if that is more lamentable, or the fact that I can't drink with my homeboys on this artificial day to chirp about how young we still are, how old we'll become, stuff we did, things we'll try to do, girls we lusted after, women we'll marry to, goals we abandoned, and dreams we'll forsake.
We're no longer looking up, we're looking down. What did we find at the top? What did I find at the top? Will we ever remember? Will I?
I've lost track, I don't know how much more blithe I can be.
Don't be sad. You should go home for your family next year then, I think they'll love to see you on your birthday.
ReplyDeleteI don't have a present for you, but here are 3 things good about you:
-strong-will
-smart
-love God
:D
hey you, I think it was not absolutely nothing! sorry I am not your homeboys, but I hope you had an okay birthday anyway. : )
ReplyDeleteyes.. this is the effect of too much alcohol. it makes you lose track. stick with grape juice.
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