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This ritualistic ceremony that family and friends insist on having every anniversary of your birth feels like a baptism. Especially this particular year since you are finally served wine and bread (cake). Sorry fellow Catholics and Christians, I am not mocking you. It just feels like you're given a new slate every year to do something different with your life and people want to hold expectations to your name. Does that mean ringing in the New Year gives your a second chance? It could act like a head start and you can do things over again when your birthday comes around. It wouldn't really make a difference if your birthday falls on January 1st though I suppose. Of course I'm just rambling to cure the insomnia.

I am pretty sure I've written at least one post about being a year older every year since I turned ten. Big milestone, the double digits! Then being thirteen, "year of the teenager". Or turing "sweet sixteen", and later "legal eighteen"! Now twenty-one? Eh. So I'm two decades old plus one. It doesn't feel any different from any previous birthday I've ever had. I'm always going to have the same or more responsibilities, that's never going to change.

I'm hoping for the better. That's all.