I just woke up in a rainy Kinshicho, Tokyo. It’s my 35th birthday and I’m happily spending it doing weird things with my favorite person.
I love celebrating, but I don’t like growing old. Being old I don’t mind, but the scope of what is possible in life grows smaller with every year, and that I don’t like.
I know theoretically that the shortness of life is meaningful, and triggers us to act. But I don’t always feel it. Which is why today, on the best vacation I’ve ever had, I’m sad to be reminded that this too shall pass.
I’ll hug Agnes a little tighter today. This moment is worth celebrating.