A Year Older, A Minute Wiser

For my twenty-fourth birthday.
I asked for nothing.
I went to a marathon six hours of theatre.
I ate Thai food.
I aged in a big jumping way.

And now, I am 24. Its not an important age, as most agree age loses its importance once the big ones have passed: 16, 18, 21. Now you are just living it, barreling into the vast caged future that is adulthood.

After everything that has gone on in the last year (23 was quite eventful), I don't know what to expect for this next year. I don't even know what I want to occur.

Twenty-three was a whirlwind of moving, of indecisiveness, of trying to find a hold for the future. I thought it would be a year of big choices and firm decisions. I suppose I was half right. Though I can't help but evoke a Kerouac quote when I think of the last year: "I was suddenly left with nothing in my hands but a handful of crazy stars."

That was 23. Here's to 24.