Turnin' The Page

Ever year, children in the bodies of growing adults have that one day, which spews special moments and giddy feeding of the ego. The day when single is celebrated, the birthday. For some it's hours of gift receiving and people coming up wishing their best. To the individuals spotlighted, it can dawn a self-realization moment. A day to reflect how far you've come from the year behind you, and how you wanna make the next year even more special. For some, it's like a ticking clock, with one tick just heard all around in the head. So what constitutes a perfect year, a perfect moment. The moment you feel this is mine, and no one can take it away?

And is it no longer special, when you choose to share the moment with someone else? Life is all about lessons, the lesson learned and never forgotten, however, I couldn't help but wonder, in the next twenty years, are the lessons destined by age? Is the great Age Issue simply just a page number on the book of lessons? I go far too deep with thinking at times, but for now, everything seems to be in order.

This moment is great. The lesson, no stress can be made unless you're the one doing the stressing. So with all that said, and about an hour and half left on my nineteen, I'm forced to turn the page onto page twenty. The page is unwritten, waiting for the lessons to start. Pen is ready. Line is set.. Here We Go Again.

Blank Page. 20.