Happy Birthday!

It’s my birthday today.  I’m 22 years old.  I think the occasion calls for some reflection:

Picture Pun!

To reflect, one must not only think back to past days, but also ask questions.

Have I succeeded? What is a good definition of success to use?  I think “achieving what you want to achieve” will suffice.  And so, have I achieved what I want to achieve?  No.  Have I come closer to achieving the things I want, though?  Perhaps.  You can never be sure, I suppose – walking down the path you think is right may lead to a dead end later on.  I did start writing in earnest this past year, though, so that is something.

Am I happy? I think I am.  Well, at least I’m not sad.  Not being sad, of course, does not make one happy, but it’s a good start.  I think, apart from certain regrets at not having succeeded yet, I am on the whole, quite a happy person.

Found love? Not yet – but there’s still plenty of time, yes?

Time flies by so fast - sometimes it just needs a rest

So another year gone, another year has passed, another year has flown by.  And the same will, barring any terminal accidents, happen again this year.  And so I propose a time capsule of sorts – a letter to myself that I’ll open on my birthday next year:

Dear Adam, on the occasion of your 23rd birthday,

If, by the time you read this (presumably on 17th June, 2010), you have not done the following:

• Continually posted to this blog,
• Written a play,
• Written a novel/collection of short stories, and
• Read 100 books,

then I will come visit you from the past (this day, 17th June 2009) and bitchslap you so hard that your face will have my handprint on it until you’re at least 24!

Yours faithfully from the past,

Adam

PS: I buried the money in the backyard under the tree.

Happy Birthday to me!