After a two countries, two buses, 1 stop and 22 hours, I arrived in Buenos Aires. My 25th birthday was just two days out and I was looking forward to spending it with friends I had made in the city.
Now, I’m 25. If you had asked me 6 months ago what I thought I’d be doing for my 25th birthday, I probably would have said something like go out to dinner with some friends, have a cigar with the boys, meet my friends out at 5th to put down a few Two-Hearteds and party the night away. Never would I have guessed that I’d be in Argentina!
In the past 48 hours, I have been treated to a great home-made breakfast, complete with an orange-mango-coconut smootie, spent the day relaxing by the pool side, sipped on pisco and cola while overlooking the Buenos Aires city-scape, treated to a lavish Argentinian restuarant that would put most American restuarants to shame, and danced until 5a at a typical Buenos Aires disco. Though I´ve missed spending it with my friends back home, it has definitely been a great experience here! Even as I sit now, writing, I’m taking in a classic milonga in a public park, as locals gather to dance tango and enjoy the night. As my Cuban cigar burns slowly, hanging precariously from my index and middle fingers, I take a cool sip of Quilmes beer while tango music sings from the pavillion.
Often times it seems people are depressed by birthdays. I´ve always found that to be curious. It´s amazing how the label of a new age can have a dramatic affect on someone´s mood and emotions. Yesterday is no different than today, 24 is no different than 25. Now you have a few more memories and experiences that define your life.
I suspect some feel as though they haven’t accomplished as much as they would´ve liked or done enough with their lives; they feel as though they´re running out of time. If you would´ve asked me when I was 15 what I´d be doing when I was 25, I thought I would have been a millionaire… maybe at 30!.. 😉
Rather, I feel as though it is a good time to reflect and look forward to the next phase of your life. In the past quarter century, I´ve been a first chair cellist, won several hockey championships and have been named MVP. I´ve loved and lost, I´ve become a licensed real estate agent, bought my first house, learned to SCUBA dive, and jumped out of a plane… twice. I´ve traveled around the US, Spain, Argentina, and Chile. I´ve graduated college with a degree in engineering, started a fraternity, and learned to speak Spanish (in the loosest sense of fluency!) I’ve learned how to ride a motorcycle and bought my first Triumph, been snowboarding in Colorado, and have been paragliding in the Andes… Surely these aren things to be depressed about on the day you turn another year older.
I can only look forward to what´s next. Traveling to other parts of the world, starting my own company, loving and being loved, holding my first child in my arms, and playing with my grand-childeren…
So yes, I´m a quarter century old; half-way through my 20´s (some of the best years of my life). I can only hope to have a few more quarters to live!