And yet I don't feel any different. I was born in the year of the snake, the day the papers announced to the world that the King was dead. Now 29 years later I can't say I feel any older. I'm a weird person, I've always felt quite mature in my head but outwardly I look young for my age. So for some reason that leaves me in some sort of odd limbo, I don't feel like I'm getting older. It's just another day to me.
I've never been one of those people who are anti-birthdays, I'd much rather have another day than not. This whole idea 'oooh i'm getting older and I don't like it' doesn't make sense to me. If you are not older its hard luck for you, you are dead. Frankly I want many more days to experience as many things as I can. I've got a life to live and worrying about when it might end just isn't part of that.
I'm not much for celebrating birthdays either. I don't see what makes the day so special. More special than any other I mean. Every day we are here is a chance for new experiences, its a chance to live. We don't get many chances at it.