When the last hour of the day ends.

My birthdays in recent years have gone by without much significance.

I even forgot to think of any wish to make until the very moment when I had to confront the candle that was in a hurry to burn out. Then I realized I didn't really have much to wish for. I mean yes I did, but those are the things that I was fairly confident I could accomplish without relying on the supernatural power of my birthday luck. And for those I consider impossible, I didn't bother to recall at all. I used to dedicate such annual opportunity to the hope of 'world peace'. But the reality turned against my wish and I thought it's stupid of me to have totally wasted it.

I'm now twenty-four. Someone once said it's poetic like the hours of the day. And when the last hour of the day ends? It proceeds to a quarter of the century. A quarter of one hundred years. What should I expect? A quarter of solitude?

Three months from today it'll be my birthday (again). I want to do something I've never ever done before. And it's easier to get people involved because it's my birthday and it makes them guilty if they refuse (hehe). It's nothing big actually. I'm just contemplating camping in a place where the stars would make me breathless again. It'd be my biggest birthday wish and present. And please, I'm literally praying for it.