On October 20th, I reached a milestone in every black man’s life….I turned 25. I am very fortunate to have live past the life expectancy rate of black men. Not only that, but I have also exceeded everyone’s expectation of me. I have a college degree, no kids, a good job, health care, and many other things that a lot of people don’t have. I can’t complain. My life could be filled with baby mama drama, I could be in jail, just barely getting by, but I’m not and I am so blessed that God has given me so much in these 25 years and I truly believe that I have so much in store for the future.
I actually had a great birthday, one of my most memorable. And that’s all possible because of my ex girlfriend even though I know how she really feels about our situation she made sure she went out of her to give me something I will never forget.
For my 25th birthday she gave me 25 gifts. Some of those gifts included dinner, flowers, a peacoat, some candy etc…The gifts were nice and all, but I was more impressed that she thought enough of me to do all of those small things for me. I wish she knew how much I really appreciate her kindness, but for some reason or another I can tell she was little upset with me about something on my birthday. I’m really trying to get back to the person she once fell in love with, but every time we attempt to have a nice outing, it usually turns into a discussion, which ultimately will make me angry. I just can’t win.
Enough of that….so now that I am 25, I heard all day…so do you feel older? And the answer is yes a little, but I also know with age come maturity (in most cases) and I’m still in my prime. But now that I am 25, I can’t help but to think in five more years I’m gonna be 30! And I pray to God that at least by then I can be married with children. I hope I’m making more money, moving up the corporate latter, and experiencing life in the fullest form. I’m very anxious to see what my 25 year has in store for me! Peace and Blessings!