Birthdays

I am turning 25. Wow that sounds old to my young and immortal self. But to be honest I welcome my birthday. And why not? I am super happy with my life right now. Things are going so write (or right since I obviously have no concept or grammar) now that I can't help but be appreciative of the fact that I am getting another year to grow older (and, ahem, wiser). Life is rather extraordinary in both good times and bad and it is such a blessing to age. Gosh that sounds corny. Why is it so hard to write genuine and meaningful sentiments without sounding like a proverbial Pollyanna? I mean I am definitely an optimist but that doesn't mean I spend my free time vomiting sunshine and rainbows all over the place. I do try to keep it under control. After all people can only take so much sugar before it begins to rot their teeth.

How much can you compromise before you lose yourself? Is it okay to lose yourself to become something better?

Can we ever really be happy alone? At what point does alone turn into loneliness?

Does chalking up your mistakes as experience make your past sound better than calling it regret?