Birthday Reflections
Written on 11:41 AM by Jack B.
You say it's your birthday
It's my birthday too, yeah
You say it's your birthday
We're gone have a good time
I'm glad it's your birthday
Happy birthday to you- Paul McCartney
Yep, it's that time of the year again. The anniversary of my birth. I can't believe I'm as old as I am now. I've been thinking its time to get this book. It's funny, when I was a kid I couldn't wait to be older, couldn't wait to reach my next birthday, the sooner I did, the sooner I would be an "adult".
Now I dread reaching my next birthday, dread reaching the end of another year, dread getting older. What I wouldn't give now to be 18 again, or 21 or, heck, even 25 again. But that's not going to happen. And I'm left thinking of what I've accomplished with my life to this point - not much as far as I can tell. Certainly not as much I dreamed of when I was young. Still, I've got a lot to be thankful for as well. I still have all my hair (so far), my health (so far), my family (so far), a roof over my head (oh, you get the point). Many others don't even have that much.
Yet...when my cousin called from North Carolina and my sister called from her job in Manhattan (and if you knew her, you'd know how rare an occurrence that is) to wish me a Happy Birthday, my most prevailing emotion was annoyance. When once I couldn't wait for my birthday - now I can't wait for it to be over. I guess I just don't want to be reminded I'm getting older, that the time I have left on this mortal coil is getting shorter, that the list of things I haven't done is getting longer and meanwhile each year seems to go by faster and faster.
Oh, well. Enough of this maudlin tripe, let us think of today as a super-day, a time to celebrate, to to party like it's 1999 (again), yeah, that's it: it's Peanut Butter Jelly Time! And one can never have enough of that.
