I am 23 years old today. Twenty-three is a very good number--I shall make it my fifth favorite number. Like Christmas, graduation days, and anniversaries, birthdays feel a little special. Today, this happens. Today, I am changed.
And perhaps these things are true. People act atypically and we feel something in ourselves. But some of it is just anticipation, and often we are let down by the day. I thought I would feel different.
Today being my birthday, I woke up and thought, I am 23 years old. And through the day, I thought of things I could do to treat myself--nothing too indulgent. Mostly I just wanted to eat well and enjoy myself. I have done nothing terribly exciting; I went to work as usual, ate lunch, and then back to work. Tonight will be simple as well, since I have the CS GRE tomorrow morning. My fortune cookie at lunch said, "It's nice to be important, but more important to be nice," which I thought was fitting for an important day.
I feel very peaceful. No extravagance, just seeing the simple joys. I should feel this way everyday. Perhaps tomorrow I shall wake up and think I am 8403 days old today. I'm bound to fail miserably at keeping every day special--that defies the nature of the beast--but I will try. It's less special, and more beautiful anyway, and beauty does not exclude those that surround it from being beautiful as well.