I think those who are far older and those who are far younger have it all figured out perfectly. When you're a child, you adore your birthday. You leap out of bed in the morning eager to see something so small as what the clouds might be shaped like that day. Then somewhere in the middle, as you grow older and things grow to be more complicated than Saturday morning cartoons, you lose sight of it. Birthdays can be grey-or even worse-dreaded. What will the difference of another year do other than only bring you more trials, more wrinkles, and more new aches and pains. You spend more time rolling over to the sound of your alarm clock, peering through work emails with half-opened eyes, rather than taking even just 10 minutes to start your day with joy and hope of what may come.