I wish it was my birthday.

It's my cousin Stephanie's 21st birthday.
And it's my friend Cam's 24th.
One month from today I'm going to be 25.
25 years old.
Why does that scare me?
I think because I want 25 to be meaningful. I want to do all the things I promised myself I would do. Who needs sleep?
I want to check everything off of my list.

A few months ago I got on the N train to go to work.
It was one of the "good" N trains - the new ones.
The digital sign kept flashing that the train's final destination was 57th St and 7th Ave. I smiled a little because whenever I see that number it makes me think of how excited a certain group of friends get.
At Pacific Street, a young guy got on and stood right in front of me. He moved over a little to make room for a girl. I saw a tattoo on the inside of the guy's arm and I knew it couldn't possibly say what I thought it said. It did. "There is a light that never goes out." At this point I wasn't sure what to think of the coincidence...then I realized that he and the girl next to him knew each other. I also noticed that she had the same tattoo on the same part of her arm, but in another language. Of course I read into it heavily. Why did they get on that train at that specific time? Why did they get onto that same car? Why did they stand right in front of me? The more I thought about it, the deeper and crazier my interpretation of the encounter became. I finally came to the conclusion that it meant that I misinterpreted the message when it was presented to me.
Their tattoos both said the same thing, but hers was different - another language....I thought it meant something that it didn't.