The damn birthdays just keep on coming
Today is my birthday.
As usual, a couple of things occur to me:
- You don't get wiser with age, but you do get more perspective.
- The thirty-five years that separate 18 from 53 passes in a heartbeat and/but your body gets the message before your head does.
- The older you get, the more you become like your true self.
- Age is just mind over matter; if you don't mind, it don't matter.
I'll finish off by saying I have always looked forward to the future because every day is a miracle of wonder and I can't wait to find out what happens next.
Rock on!
Comments
Happy day, Ara!
Posted by: shep
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April 26, 2006 09:42 AM
Hey, happy birthday, guy. And as I'm just a few years short of your advanced age, I deeply resent the "bore the crap out of me" comment. I mean, I still haven't figured out what I want to be when I grow up.
And what you said occur to you? Yup, except that I can believe how long life is. It just keeps happening and happening, and I keep looking around every few years and going "how the hell did I get to this?"
Posted by: double-plus-ungood
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April 26, 2006 11:30 AM
Hee. I said "almost all the guys my own age." Glaswegians of all ages get a free pass because I just love the way you talk.
But hey, listen: as one alte cocker to another, let me ask you a question: what everyday part of you is carried forward from when you were, say, a 7 year-old boy?
For me: baseball and rock & roll.
How about you?
Posted by: Ara Rubyan
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April 26, 2006 11:52 AM
Happy belated birthday
Posted by: Mrs. Popping Culture
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April 30, 2006 12:32 AM
Why thank you Stephanie.
Posted by: Ara Rubyan
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April 30, 2006 03:22 AM