04.05.06
Alot of people reminisce how birthdays used to be so much fun.
Cakes were a treat, presents appeared by the dozens, and feelings were so magical.
As one grows more "mature", cakes become hazardous to ones diet, presents disappears to just two (including the one present you bought yourself) and feelings are overwhelmed with dread.
It's time to overcome that and cherish every birthday with open arms.
Let's face it. There's no way one can stop growing older. So if you can't beat it, join it!
So on my birthday (04.05.06)*hint*hint*, I wish for world peace (I've got a part to play in saving the world, haven't I?) and to age gracefully with joyfulness as my outlook, and wisdom as my inner strength.
Cakes were a treat, presents appeared by the dozens, and feelings were so magical.
As one grows more "mature", cakes become hazardous to ones diet, presents disappears to just two (including the one present you bought yourself) and feelings are overwhelmed with dread.
It's time to overcome that and cherish every birthday with open arms.
Let's face it. There's no way one can stop growing older. So if you can't beat it, join it!
So on my birthday (04.05.06)*hint*hint*, I wish for world peace (I've got a part to play in saving the world, haven't I?) and to age gracefully with joyfulness as my outlook, and wisdom as my inner strength.
posted by Sarah | 9:05 PM
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