It’s a period where the mind becomes extremely mathematical, each day I wake up it reminds me that… I’m getting old.
Birthdays are just accurate mathematical measures life gift us with.
A gift that makes me oversensitive nearing the event.
Every view my eyes set in are a philosophical reminder.
The unsettled times around the world adds more misery to my mood.
My consolation is that once I’ll reach certain age my memory will stop counting and I won’t care if the world is upside-down.
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