Mon, 16 May 2005:
Another birthday, Another year - and Time flys, doesn't it. I am now chronologically 23 , but I am still that sixteen year old short, weak kneed boy inside. Having completed an extraordinarily average 23 years of my life, I feel I've done fairly well in Chapter Zero of my life.
If I could have my way, I wouldn't have any more birthdays. The sickening sensation of having wasted YET another year doing nothing important is too much to bear. And back in your head someone is saying "this might be your last year on earth, use it wisely"... all the resolutions I haven't kept and the ones I've kept come back to haunt my sense of person.
I have no illusions of immortality, but the Eternal Now of the present has me in it's grasp.