Happy Birthday (to myself)

Another May the 4th, another day of Star Wars jokes that seem increasingly inescapable and a Tumblr-proclaimed remembrance day for Carrie Fisher, and another birthday. I’m twenty-five this year, so we can officially say that I’m a quarter of the way through my life. I mean… I hope I’m a quarter of the way through my life. I don’t plan on being the next oldest person alive but with the average lifespan getting a little older each year…

I’m getting distracted. Moving on!

Once more, a year of my life has come and gone and I’m still not overly sure quite what direction my life is even going. I’m supposedly the pilot of the plane, but I have about as much idea as the next person as to where this plane might be going (and sometimes there’s always a thinly veiled notion that that place might be straight into the ground, but so far we’ve avoided that terrible reality.) Yet, I feel like it would be very easy to write myself off as a prudent failure for being in this directionless aircraft with no real idea on how to properly pilot it, if only because everybody else that I’m able to see in the world at least looks like they have some semblance of direction that I don’t.

If there’s one thing I’ve learnt, or am at least trying to keep in mind, it’s that looks can be very deceptive. After all, it’s easy to see other planes in the air higher than me, flying faster than me, and with a shinier coat of paint than my plane might have (I’m really sticking with the plane analogy and I can’t say why,) I’m only seeing half a story. Less than half, actually, because have you ever seen the cockpit of a plane? There’s so many fucking buttons and knobs and levers and little electronic displays and – you get the idea. There’s more to it than meets the eye.

So rather than sit down and bemoan the current state of affairs, what with the world looking a little bit like it’s on political fire right now, I’m going to simply celebrate the fact that I’m alive. I’m alive, I survived another year, it is wonderfully sunny and I had a Costa for lunch. Along with one of those new American style burgers from McDonalds, because it just looked interesting and I was sort of peckish. There are many things I could complain about, but overall it wouldn’t get me very far to complain about them and it would probably just make me sad.

Thus, we shan’t do those things.

Here’s to trying to survive another year in this crazy world we live in, hm? (And here’s to the coming Summer, and all the juicy sales it will bring! I am ready.)