A word on the day of birth.

So today was my birthday.

In fact, it still is. Which means that I’m sitting here, listening to a song named “Smile,” wondering about things. What does that mean? That’s what I’d like to know. As with most birthdays, for most people, it has been going by without any true meaning to its presence. I’m older, yes.

But I was older yesterday as well. Such is the nature of time, right? Isn’t that how it works? If that’s the case, what does this mean? I don’t know, and it troubles me. I know that I want it to mean something. I know that I want to feel like I’ve accomplished something, gotten through to someone, remembered something. Changed something.

Have I?

Hmm.

Ah well, twas a good day anyhow.