A day older..

Two weeks ago, I celebrated my birthday. I don't know why, but the older you get, the urge to celebrate decreases as well. Maybe its a natural occurance where we humans acknowledge that birthdays mean that our time left on earth in decreasing. Possibly, to me, its just another day- I'm just a day older.
It was a sunday, a day before the start of my exams. I woke up and headed to the dining hall for my breakfast. There was nothign special that day. Even going to church was particualarly mundane. The day was normal; I spent most of my time studying for the upcoming exam the next day. Of course, I had a break in the evening to have my daily dose of tennis, but other than that, my birthday was plain boring.
Its not normal for people to feel sad on their birthdays, but I was an exception that day. I was feeling downdcast and I couldn't help feeling helpless. I wanted someone to talk to, or at least keep me company on my birthday. My parents went to Korea, and I was stuck in a hostel somewhere far from civilization.
What happened to all the celebration and happy smiles that are usually sighted everytime my birthday comes around? Truthfully, it passes away with time. Its my 18th birthday. Its not the first time I'm celebrating my birthday and it doesn't seem as important as before. Maybe beacuse I'm growing up and have the desire to be independant, to be alone and survive all by myself. Most of the times however, that is not the case.
Complaining about how gloomy my birthday is won't take me no where. Celebrating in gloominess at times is good for the soul; celebrating my birthday in a new manner was a great and new experience. After all, I still have many birthdays to go.