Birthday Eve

So it is the eve of yet another one of my birthdays. I try to get excited about them but it is hard. And I think it is hard for a lot of other people too. You start to feel older and see what you haven’t accomplished with the time you have spent here on Earth. I wish birthdays could stay the way they were when I was a kid. I got lots of cards in the mail. And it wasn’t about the gifts it was about the surprises. Like on my sweet 16, I woke up to my bed covered in streamers and confetti. I mean just look how obviously happy I was in that picture, even rocking every single bad 80’s cliché in the book. And now I haven’t gotten one card and there won’t be any surprises to look forward to tomorrow. I wish there was a way to celebrate birthdays like I was still a kid, and then maybe me and a few other people who dread getting older might not be so adverse to birthdays.