On the day I was born

When birthdays roll around, most tend to focus on age, placing their attention on a cumulative number, which inevitably grants it more significance than it inherently ought to.

I personally consider each birthday to be simply a designated marker in time, a date signifying the end of a personal micro cycle, and the commencement of a new one in this hu-man experience called, Justin Ashley Stewart.

I choose not to buy into the curse of aging, and do not attach into what is just a number, as though it means anything, other than denoting how many years I’ve been incarnated into this earthly plane. For on the inside, I’m still that bright, blonde haired, left-handed little boy that loves to love, loves to play, loves to learn, and still incessantly asks why.

It’s a new year, a new level, and an opportunity to review the 365 days just passed, and look forward to the next 365 potentially to come.

In truth, we only ever have the eternal now moment, each in itself, an end and a new beginning. It is a simultaneous creational process, through the passing of which, we are always being reborn anew, as each second ticks by.