
So, ’twas my birthday. It was pretty good. Lots of Facebook posts (thanks everybody), two exams that I miraculously managed to get by, the best weather of the year so far, an open-mic night, and a few hours of putzing with my guitar and a nice breeze. I’m wrapping up the day (even though it’s 2am, it’s still today for me) with a nice piece of cake (with sprinkles) that Mare and Amber bought for me. Thanks guys!
I’ve been saying this a lot, but I’m gonna miss my teenage years. I’m gonna miss having that 1 in my age. Now it’ll only come by once every decade. Good times will be back though, once I’m 100. And yes, I plan on living that long.
Of course, nobody here really cares when you turn 20. It’s our mentality that 21 should be the age to celebrate, since you’re legally allowed to drink. So people go nuts, put on a tiara, rent a limo, and act like it’s some new rights-of-passage for the real world, starting off doing something so absolutely unnatural. But yeah, I’m pretty happy with the big 2-0. 20 years is a long time. I feel like people will think I’m an older person now, just by the whole sound of “twenty”. I’m 1/5th of a century old, and I’ve gotta say, that’s pretty neat.
Lots of people, when they reach some arbitrary age around now, always say “I feel so old”, and I’ve gotta say, it’s nobody’s fault but your own, should you feel old at any age. When we’re young, we’re curious and eager to see what the world has to offer us. There’s a sense of innocence and excitement in the tiniest things, because these things are new, and usually appreciated more. I think people, as they get older, start to feel older, because their bodies don’t work like they did when they were young in age. Even worse, when people lose interest in things, get set into a daily routine, and simply exist because it’s what they’re doing, or what they’re comfortable doing, or what they’re used to doing.
There’s an old saying, we’ve all heard. It’s something to the effect of “You’re as old as you believe yourself to be.” Nothing could be truer. When we age, when the daily motions begin to carve the wrinkles in our skin, when we lose sight of things that are important, when we take things for granted and are unable to see the amazing possibilities in our surroundings, and when we lose that sense of curiousness, that willingness to explore and learn and experience, I think that’s the only time when we start to get old. Life can sometimes be like a big cheese-grater to our youth, every day shredding some of our appreciations and perceptiveness away. But it’s all within our own abilities to make sure that it doesn’t happen.
I’ve often said that my life’s greatest regret is that I won’t live long enough to experience everything there is to offer. I don’t even think my lifetime will span enough time to experience a good overview of what our planet has in store, let alone gain the understandings of what’s beyond our own world, and what makes that place tick. Going to big cities reminds me that there are too many people at one given moment to meet in one lifetime, too many experience to miss because I can’t be everywhere all the time forever. But you all know me. I’m damn sure going to try to cram as much in in the unforgivingly short amount of time I’ve been allotted to spend alive.
So I guess, for me at least, I don’t think I’ll ever get old. I’ll be in my eighties trying to learn a new instrument, volunteer somewhere, take classes, whatever. I’ll keep going until I’m physically unable to. To what scale I can do this, I’m not really sure, but every moment is going to be well-spent. In Yoga, I was taught that the highest quality of life can be achieved through what’s could be called a divine play — exploring fully open and accepting, much like a child, with the sense of enthusiasm present when something new is at hand. This is how I’d like to spend rest of my life, living to experience, and never growing old. So, overall, the number 20 isn’t a big deal, except that I’ve got only one more year before I can rent a limo and traipse bar-to-bar in a halter-top and tiara. Joy.