every year the same

the same it was a year before, two years before.. well, it is the same all the years before. Had a birthday and expected there will be a cling in my head, something what will tell me, ok, now you are wiser, or you reached a milestone.. something like that.
nothing clinged, nothing showed me I am wiser, but one thing made me conscious. The fact that I am older, which means.. as we are taught since we are babies, that we do not live here forever. We are told that all of us have a line with a beginning and an end. Not like in old cultures where the time was not taken into account in a linear way, first it was a cycle of time, second, according to books, people were not counting how many years (how much time) is left for them, they were "just" living their lives.. how simple.. how freeing, dont you think?