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I hate birthdays. Like many others, I do find it awkward to be sung to, (although I not-so-secretly enjoy it when people sing "Happy Birthday" to me - is that odd?) but the primary reason why I dislike March 3rd is because it's a testament to just how quick time is passing.. and my biggest fear is that it is passing me by. 

My hypersentimental nature keeps me stuck in the past, and all too often I find myself flipping through old photographs and "meaningless" knick knacks - movie tickets, candy wrappers, old letters and notes - of ordinary days that are now memories. But I look back too much and relish today so little, and I realized that living in the past is a one way ticket to not living at all. 

The thing with time is that it's one of those things that just is; it's consistently unchanging, always moving. We have no power or control over time, but we do have the power to choose how to use it. 

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