. . . is just right. It ain’t spectacular, but it ain’t bad either. I woke up at 4:00AM and saw a lunar eclipse—characterized by a bloody-red moon—and thought that this may be nature’s way of sending her greeting. I checked my Facebook profile and voila! . . . birthday greetings started coming in! I ate a little breakfast, went out to jog around my hometown, and then joined a Tae Bo class at my university. I went home immediately afterward, and opened my Facebook account again. More greetings! Commented, liked, and thanked the people who remembered; more accurately, those who saw Facebook’s birthday notification and took the time to go to my wall to greet me. 😀
In my last birthday, I felt <a title="Dejection at 22 <dejected. Now, I’m in the pits. I embraced this year with a hope that everything will turn out for the better. So far, I lost a lot.
I lost my father barely at the beginning of the year. I lost six other relatives after my father’s death within a span of just five months. Suspicious of these deaths, I considered that the rapture (mystical transportation in Christian beliefs) may already be happening.
Happy birthday to me.
Another year of my life has gone by. And it wasn’t that productive. Sure, I was able to initiate “some” projects but that’s that. Just “some” projects. Nothing outstanding or impressive.
I never thought that upon reaching your 22nd birthday, you could feel bored. I know I should get a job but I can’t seem to find opportunities to pursue the career that I like. Heck, I don’t even have the talent for it. Sure, I could go back to school but my parents cannot support a second degree due to the high cost of education these days. So I have to find a job–any job and work for maybe two years, resign, then pursue the degree that I really like. What bothers me is that maybe by the time I have had earned enough for my studies, I would be too old to back to school and take up another degree.