Wishful Thinking

So I recently celebrated and celebrated and then celebrated some more my latest birthday. This birthday is a particularly peculiar one for many reasons. I turned 20 last Tuesday. Officially kick starting me into another decade of life. Although I am very excited to be older and wiser (in some respects) I am, in two words, scared shitless about what happens next. They say that between the years of 20 and 30 you will experience the most exciting, life changing events of your lifetime. You will graduate from college, get a job, travel the world, fall in love, get married, have kids, create world peace. However, no one tells you that those life changing "20 something" occasions do not come with a lifetime guarantee. In fact I could very easily go through the next ten years of my life and experience nothing out of the ordinary. That is why this year when I blew out my candles and made my birthday wish I did not hope for childish things like roller skates or a pony (I thought about wishing for a pony on roller skates for a second and then snapped out of it) rather I wished that I could have ten more years, just like the last ones, filled with friends and family and love.