What if a year didn’t exist . . . would that mean your birthday would never come round again? Would you have grown older physically and more stable emotionally without gaining any numerical figures? Would that be a good thing or a hold back in allowing you to bloom and flourish?
Whatever religion, culture or background you are nurtured from, everybody eagerly awaits for their birthday. Significantly it is regarded as a mini milestone in your life – a milestone that clutters closely together to form your age. However, when I really think about it, my brain waffles in a variety of responses. It seems like a boast of wisdom, a pride of experience and an ego for confidence.
In all honesty, I doubt we would recognise the rapid elapse of a second in which we transform from one age to another. After all, age is just a number.