At what age do people loose enthusiasm for their own birthdays?
I don't remember at exactly which age, my birthday became just another day, but I no longer look forward to cake and ice cream, presents, and songs. It's just another day. And to be quite honest, all I really want is peace and contentment.
Since I've found those, I think my birthday list for this year can be marked as completed and cast out with the other remnants of the day. Onward to tomorrow.
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