On the last day of another year of living, some strange thoughts bubble up in my mind.
One thing I’ve noticed over the years is that the younger you are the more you look forward to your birthday. And when you get older, that enthusiasm decreases very fast. Mental health on the other hand seems to go along a reverse line. When you’re young every birthday gets you a bit closer to adulthood and wisdom comes with age, or so they say. However, the older you get the bigger the change that infancy returns. For some a bit sooner than for others of course. 😉
Another weird thing in my opinion is the way we count or register our age. When you’re born, you’ve already got a couple of months of living under your belt. Hiding in a very shielded and safe environment, but still. The beginning of your live and your body started in those first few months after conception. And yet, we start counting from the day we were put on this earth. Probably because that’s easier to count as the exact day of conception is a guess to most people. But as I see it, everybody is always a few months late with the birthday wishes. 🙂
Anyway, those are just my thoughts. Might be getting very close to infancy! 😛