this wandering map of roads leading to places I've never been before. I have a way though, of seeing where I want to be and finding the road that will get me there, which is not always a straight and paved road. Nor do I have a clear sight-line to the road's end. It is mostly made up of bends, and I don't know what's around those bends, but they keep drawing me in. And if I stray, which has happened plenty, I will eventually find my way back to the road that leads me to where I want to be. I have a decent sense of direction.
Yesterday, I realized that I will turn 50 this year. What, you say!?! Yup, I say.
Now, it's just a number, not a milestone, not a significance. No hoopla required, believe me. It was just a realization that I now find occupying my thoughts for some reason. Not sure why. I'd reason that it definitely has something to with the number itself. I do admit it is a big ol' round one.
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It's weird, this aging thing. I sometimes forget my age and sometimes I am all too aware of it. Sometimes I feel ageless and sometimes I look at the number and think; "Damn, I'm getting old."
It's all relative though, right?
I guess we may look on life from a different perspective now, more so than when we were in our 20's or even 30's. We still have our whole lives ahead of us, the length of time is just getting shorter and shorter.
Your birthday is significant to me, for two reasons: I still remember its date, like I did 30 years ago.
It also marks the anniversary of my first meeting with the man I hope to spend the rest of my life with ; )
If I were asked I would not be able to answer how old I am. I'd really have to do the math, and even then I would think "that can't be right".
I CAN NOT believe you remember my birth date. And I hope you do get to spend the rest of your life with him too :)
Although from different places, but this perception is consistent, which is relatively rare point!
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