At The End of My Last Twenty

Another year passes, calculated by the time of my birth, and I continue my walk through the last moments of my 20's.

I wasn't really up for celebrating this event, given the delicate situation unfolding in India with my mom. I decided to call in 'sick' and just spend the day alone at home. I slept in, played a few games, watched a few movies and basicially chilled out in a typical me laid back style.

My girlfriend decided to treat me, and try to cheer me up in the process, and thus had planned a dinner date, but first treated me to some really nice, thoughtful and cool gifts, all of which were accompanied by disclaimers since I'm not the sort to want/accept gifts easily. Kudos go out to her for her thoughtfulness and attempt to make me feel special on the day, she's pretty darn cool that way.

After the gifts were handed over we set out for dinner at a really nice restaurant in one of Colombo's hotels. The food selection was amazing and the taste even better. The surprise arrival of a birthday cake, accompanied by most of the restaurant staff singing the birthday melody, was really nice, even though I had ruined it by earlier guessing out loud that she might have planned such a gesture. My bad babe. :)

With my belly full and a packed up birthday cake I headed home to play with my new toys and turn in for the night.

So do I feel any older? Has my thought process changed by the aggregation of another notch in my life time belt? I don't know. I guess I'll always be a kid even if my face starts to wrinkle and my hair falls out (completely). The way I see it is, as long as I never forget to laugh at the world and at myself, I'll never truly feel old.

I don't know what tomorrow will surprise me with, but I'm grateful to be here, alive and healthy, surrounding by loved ones and friends and a guardian above watching over my every move, guiding my feet on the path of life.

What more can a man want?