Today is George's birthday, but I can't send him a gift or bake him one of those overdecorated pastries or host a party in his name like most humans do. I don't think he'd mind, though. Birthday parties don't make a lot of sense...it's good that the person has lived through another year, but the main idea seems to be that the person instantly matures on the date of their birth, on that exact day. A birthday is a celebration of someone managing to get through another 365.25 days...that doesn't automatically mean that they're bigger or smarter or better then the last time Earth was in that point in space. Growth, mental and physical growth, takes time; it doesn't just happen. For some, it may never happen at all, while others are forced to grow up far too soon...
Back on track. Today is George's birthday, and since I can't give him a gift I wrote this post. Maybe wherever he is he'll know that I did this and be thankful. It's not much--just flashes of light converted to zeros and ones and converted again into text on the internet--but it's the thought that counts, right?
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