Today is my birthday. Another one. Every year my life closes a new cycle, which is meaningless for everyone but me. I feel well, because I like to be in my birthday. I reminds me every single year I already lived before and every single moment I still have to live.
Some people hate their birthdays because they feel older. Other people seem to get anxious as they approch to a certain age without accomplishing some goals they have set before, just as we all had duties with every year we live: at 20's, we have to end professional studies and get our first job, at 30's we need to have a partner and better if we already have a child, at 40's we have to be successful in our profesional careers, etc.
I think that kind of planning is too strict and not according to reality. I prefer not to have many plans of that kind, just one: to be able to accomplish the specific goals I have now. If I cannot meet them, well, I will have to turn to plan B.
Now, my birthday is a day of tranquility. A day of joy. I am not old, nor young. I am still in early phases of my life. Another year will come, another moment of reflection will succeed. Meanwhile, I feel well.