imru2

It's coming. Without warning and yet, completely expected. Why is it always so odd to see one single day as a turning-of-age moment? Do we not age all year long? Do we not grow with every memory and every action, good or bad?

Why do birthdays always make me feel uncomfortable? Is it because of the reminder of time passing by, the flow of life slipping away? Or is it because as we take a moment to look back, to the last birthday, reflecting on what we thought we were to accomplish, ...