I’ll be 23 soon
and watching the days and numbers pass me by is like watching the clock tick in fast forward.
The week leading up to my birthday always feels like a special one—
no matter what I do.
Every part of me holds in the urge to tell the world while I remind My Love over and over.
How much more exciting could it get?
At first, I was reluctant to accept the quickness of this day’s arrival.
I don’t want to get any older, I’ll admit that.
The child within me cherishes the scolding I heard growing up: Don’t rush to grow up! You’ll regret it later.
And I never did. To this day, I don’t.
To some, getting older is exciting. They feel more—adult.
I, on the other hand, feel as if I’m running out of “time”.
It’s no longer, there’s so many things I want to accomplish; but more of, how far have I come with my Sadhana?
I feel like every moment that passes that I am not working on myself or my devotion, is a moment wasted.
Am I wrong to feel this way?
How can I enjoy the things others do when all I want is You?
I’ll be 23 soon and it sort of feels as if I’m turning 21 all over again;
Getting older, watching the time pass me by while I sit, sit, sit.
Oh, how the clock ticks.