My birthday’s almost here.
People ask if I’m excited,
But I just smile and say, “Yeah,”
Because it’s easier than trying to explain
How weird it all feels.
I don’t feel older,
But I can tell I’ve changed.
I think about the days I used to spend
Just living, chasing sunlight,
Laughing like nothing else mattered.
Back when life felt simple,
Like the joy was built in.
Now everything feels scheduled.
There’s always something to do,
Somewhere to be,
Someone to be, for everyone else.
It’s like I’m moving through life
With a checklist in my hands
And barely enough time to breathe.
And sometimes I think about my siblings–
How we used to be side by side in everything.
Now it’s quick conversations, passing moments,
With everyone growing in their own direction.
We’re still family.
Still love each other.
But it’s different now,
And that quiet space between us
Makes me miss the noise we used to make together.
I guess this birthday isn’t really about cake or candles.
It’s about realising how fast time moves
And how much we carry as we go.
But even in all of this,
I’m trying to hold on to the parts of me
That still believe in joy,
In connection
In slowing down just long enough
To feel like myself again.
People ask if I’m excited,
But I just smile and say, “Yeah,”
Because it’s easier than trying to explain
How weird it all feels.
I don’t feel older,
But I can tell I’ve changed.
I think about the days I used to spend
Just living, chasing sunlight,
Laughing like nothing else mattered.
Back when life felt simple,
Like the joy was built in.
Now everything feels scheduled.
There’s always something to do,
Somewhere to be,
Someone to be, for everyone else.
It’s like I’m moving through life
With a checklist in my hands
And barely enough time to breathe.
And sometimes I think about my siblings–
How we used to be side by side in everything.
Now it’s quick conversations, passing moments,
With everyone growing in their own direction.
We’re still family.
Still love each other.
But it’s different now,
And that quiet space between us
Makes me miss the noise we used to make together.
I guess this birthday isn’t really about cake or candles.
It’s about realising how fast time moves
And how much we carry as we go.
But even in all of this,
I’m trying to hold on to the parts of me
That still believe in joy,
In connection
In slowing down just long enough
To feel like myself again.
