Nothing’s the same. Everything’s the same. Outside versus inside. Another lap around the sun. One year older. I can feel it. But only on the outside. That’s what makes aging so weird. The body is constantly changing. Slowly falling apart once we reach a certain age. But the part within us that moves through each of these body versions stays the same. My outer form. It definitely has a middle aged feel to it. Even though I’m not quite sure what this age should feel like. Sitting still. Eyes closed. I’m still the young boy in all of my childhood memories. It’s almost like this is all just a dream. Maybe that’s really all it is. Feeling very grateful to still be breathing and able to feel it all. So very fortunate to be able to witness me actually becoming more me. Contemplating my existence on my birthday, I can’t really explain it any other way. This is simply my truth. My 54 year old truth.