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It was Drew's birthday, not mine because we decided we wouldn't share the same birthdate. It means twice more parties, twice more presents, twice more fun, and twice more alcohol. We don't share the same mom as well but you're not supposed to know that.
I can't get enough of that feeling of youth, of being young, of having a whole life ahead of me, of having that much energy to waste. Women usually complain at the idea of celebrating their birthdays after being 25, but Drew is so far away from that. She's optimistic, she's expecting a lot from life, and no matter what she's been through - she always thinks the best is yet to come, that everyday is worth living. I admire that way of thinking, I admire this - it's a light in my lfie that I need as much as I need the darkness to make me realise how much I've missed the sun.
I don't want to whine because I'm growing old. I don't want to feel sad because my so-called best years are behind me. If there's something I've learnt all those years, it's that there's nothing like surprise, nothing like being surprised by someone you love. There were times I hated my life, times when I wished I was somewhere else. And as I watch my twin going on with her life, with her lot of successes and of disappointments, spreading her love around, expanding the circle of her friends and finally finding out what she came here for, I think that I've got the right to expect the same thing.
I don't feel myself growing old anyway. It seems like it was yesterday that Julian threw a stone at me in the playground, that my mother cut my hair, or even the day of our first concert in a low-lit pub.There's things that you'll remember your whole life, and just as I used to think that birthdays are an irrelevant thing to celebrate, a narcissic and childish thing, I've realised that it's someone's whole life you're celebrating, a personality, a lifestyle. I'll always think of Ryder's birth like a day to remember, like something precious that happened to me. It's the same with Drew - and happy birthday.
Another reason to gather friends round the apartment, to have a good laugh and to spill beer on the carpet. I love the idea.
I can't get enough of that feeling of youth, of being young, of having a whole life ahead of me, of having that much energy to waste. Women usually complain at the idea of celebrating their birthdays after being 25, but Drew is so far away from that. She's optimistic, she's expecting a lot from life, and no matter what she's been through - she always thinks the best is yet to come, that everyday is worth living. I admire that way of thinking, I admire this - it's a light in my lfie that I need as much as I need the darkness to make me realise how much I've missed the sun.
I don't want to whine because I'm growing old. I don't want to feel sad because my so-called best years are behind me. If there's something I've learnt all those years, it's that there's nothing like surprise, nothing like being surprised by someone you love. There were times I hated my life, times when I wished I was somewhere else. And as I watch my twin going on with her life, with her lot of successes and of disappointments, spreading her love around, expanding the circle of her friends and finally finding out what she came here for, I think that I've got the right to expect the same thing.
I don't feel myself growing old anyway. It seems like it was yesterday that Julian threw a stone at me in the playground, that my mother cut my hair, or even the day of our first concert in a low-lit pub.There's things that you'll remember your whole life, and just as I used to think that birthdays are an irrelevant thing to celebrate, a narcissic and childish thing, I've realised that it's someone's whole life you're celebrating, a personality, a lifestyle. I'll always think of Ryder's birth like a day to remember, like something precious that happened to me. It's the same with Drew - and happy birthday.
Another reason to gather friends round the apartment, to have a good laugh and to spill beer on the carpet. I love the idea.