the day i turned 25

I read somewhere that half of a person’s psychological lifetime is spent up until one’s adolescence (or at least that’s as much as what I can remember it says). It said that we remember those early years a lot more than everything afterwards.

I think that when you are at this age, society tells you more than ever to “grow up.” Growing up is not bad though, but sometimes with the intent of “growing up” we unknowingly stop living. We turn away from the fun things in life because we think we have “outgrown” them. We refuse to be happy because of trivial things. We forget to live. And I think our memory seems to only really remember those times spent when we’re truly “alive.”

This is probably the birthday that I least looked forward to coming in. It seems to me that when you get to your mid-20s and onwards, you’ve officially “grown up.”

I don’t know how doable it really is, but my wish (with the risk of drawing the ire of grownups who think that I’m such a silly jerk) is that I continue to live on for as long as I can.

“Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.”
-James 4:14 (NIV)-

written on my 25th birthday, July 17, 2007