Happy Birthday to me!

Well…I’m 22 years old now. That’s 2 decades and two years of life. It might read as too little time, but it is one quarter of the normal expectancy of life. By now a lot of people that age have kids, are married, own an enterprise, run a firm, well…by now a lot of people have accomplished a lot and I think that’s why I think my birthday is somehow depressing….I always think “One more year…and What have I done?” There are somethings I’m very proud of, like my books ( Not that proud as other people would be, but I’m kind of proud) I think life should be measure in years. Is ok to count them to keep track of time and have a official date to celebrate your arrival to this scary place called Earth…But I rather measure live in smiles, in moments of joy, tears, accomplishments…
I had to admit I had a lot of fun at my Birthday party, but there was nothing special at my actual birthday It was just another day...Well…Almost like a regular day, my parents took me to have lunch to an italian Restaurant and my mom took my to have breakfast to my favorite place...Besides that I was a normal day, phone calls, text messages, and tons of post in that thing that reminds you birthdays “Facebook” ( I love it…Or I would forget a lot of birthday, except for the people that is really close to me) Well…may be I just have the wrong idea that Birthday are supposed to be somehow special and well this certainly wasn’t…I think my best birthday to date was When I turned 21! That was last year when I was in Disney...That was a really fun Birthday! I won’t ever forget this birthday party, It was really fun times are you turning 22 again? I said: Next year I’ll turn 22 again…
Well…when Are u turning 22 again in Mexico?
Well…Never I answered. But I guess She just meant for my party, but on my actual birthday she wasn’t with me today…But well…

I’ve made a lot of pauses while writing this, I made my mind that Birthdays are just another day to remind you You are getting old…Big celebrations happen from time to time, sometimes you organize them and is a kind of obligation for people to remember your birthday and some other celebrations are made by very good friends who take the time to visit or hang out with you…I realized this birthday that the time has come where my friends and people I know are really busy working…But well..I’m sure There’ll be more nice birthdays than my actual birthday haha…

I think what I just wrote doesn’t make any sense..But anyway I posted it...