Time change, as a child I was often awaken by hugs, kisses and my dad singing. This morning I was awaken by my husband kiss and a whisper on my ear, something that sounded like “ happy birthday my dear.” My birthday ! What a different sound and meaning this had in my youthful years. Candles, cake, balloons, and gifts. Turning a year older meant the world, it meant you were a bit more grown , a bit more independent. It meant, freedom. Those around you acknowledging this day is was more important than what the day really meant. I am a quarter of a century and finally understanding how each time the day comes round , less and less its mark appears. Gifts, cake, candles, and birthday wishes become less and less. As you get older this things that were primary become secondary. You see less and less cakes, candles, gifts, partying, and drinks.
Today I am 25 a bit change a lot the same; appreciating and enjoying many things I couldn’t when I was younger. Still a lot like a child that occupies a woman body, and a lot like an old woman in young girl body. Having some moments were despair fill my heart often driven by melancholy of those who left , and those things I haven’t been. Feelings are felt at every moment some are held on longer than others. Today I choose to hold the feeling of love, contentment, acknowledgment, happiness, and fulfillment. A great sense of calm and freedom occupies my heart. Like Plato once said “ when passions have relaxed their hold, you may escaped, not from one master but from many.” Today I feel like a woman! strong, and weak , scar, and healed, loved, and unloved, misunderstood, and understood. A bit wiser, a bit foolish is true what they say being 25 overshadows any excuse you may have, not to grow up.
