Well, I will have to admit it is nice to get a little bit of extra attention. That’s what happens on your birthday. You get oodles of greetings on Facebook. Many from people you haven’t seen or exchanged words with in 25-30 years. Nevertheless, it is nice to know that someone took the time to write a few words.
The actual day is really not that significant. The age is a number. What I wonder is how old I am organically. What I mean is placed against some kind of norm group how do I compare in health, strength, flexibility, BMI, etc. That would be a truer measure of age. How do I stack up? Am I closer to the tomb than to the womb? Am I like a fine whiskey or wine, still aging in order to reach optimal perfection?
The way others see it, and maybe I do too, is that I am now 49. A year from now will mark a milestone. I’ll be 50, five decades, half century, 2 score and 10 years. A lot can happen in 50 years. Look at the dramatic change in the last 50 years. Examine the incredible change of the previous 50 years. I think change has accelerated since the start of the 20th century and that will continue to happen exponentially over the coming centuries.
A thought just came to mind. In my 49th year I will welcome a new generation to our planet. If all goes well my daughter will give birth to a child that could potentially live into the 22nd century. Isn’t that an incredible thought.
I shouldn’t be so cynical. I should celebrate that I have survived another year. The pace of life has not trampled me………..yet.