I have often longed to be able to live for hundreds of years so that I can see inventions come, time-periods go, and humanity remain constant. While I know that all must end, I don't want it to come anytime soon. Yet, I realize that one-fourth of my life is most likely over, and as the years approach with an increasing frenzy, that last twenty don't seem as far away. Ages that once seemed ancient to me don't feel as old.
I had an existential crisis a couple of years ago, and while the panic attacks over my inevitable demise have stopped happening because I have more or less accepted my fate, I still have moments of dread. However, I know that there is nothing I can do about it, so I should not worry about it, as it will change nothing.
So, on a happier note, I celebrated my birthday yesterday. I filled it would good food and my best friend (no, they aren't the same thing; although Naomi sushi could have tasted interesting). We ate sushi for lunch, and the restaurant played funk music, which made me dance in my chair and dramatically lip-sync. For dinner, we made curry. I love curry. We chopped up red potatoes, orange bell pepper, a poblano pepper, carrots, and onions and cooked them in a red curry sauce. Then, we broiled eggplant and ate it all with rice and Naan.
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