Age is not just a number. Not 'just'...no, I don't think so. A year wasted suggests a 365/366-day waste of a million opportunities, and that is the reason why I fear birthdays most.
Today ends another 365-day journey for me, and I am finding it hard to believe that some goals I had set to achieve still lie dust-covered on my shelf of plans. What happened?
Aside the fact that it is a joy to be alive another year, what else should make a person enthusiastic about the imminence of their birthdays? The gifts? The wishes? Have we not learnt to live in oblivion of these.
What have you set to achieve by a particular age? That skill, that dream, that future...which stair are you on now? What progress have you made? What impact have you had?
When will you start writing that book you have imagined launching all these years? You had plans to learn that musical instrument, what discipline have you devoted to it?
I believe these should be our concerns most, not attacking people for forgetting to send us birthday wishes.
I personally see a greater percentage of today's youth as fond lovers of the present. It is evident in most of the decisions they make. People are not willing to make sacrifices. Bodies are not willing to endure pain. Eyes see no future, minds do not perceive what's ahead...just the present!
It is a cycle of present pleasures until the wheel stops, and the future becomes the present. It hits you hard and turns you into a had-I-known philosopher.
After a year is added to your age, ask yourself what value you have added to the former you.
Age is not just a number. It calls for responsibilities. It calls for a wake from dormancy. Age is that lover that would soon tell you it's over and remind you about the painfully wasted years.
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