So, it's my birthday....at least that's what the calendar says. I have had so much going on these past few weeks not to mention the year and heck...the whole decade.
Ten years ago I was in my hey day, enjoying the fruits of labor and loving life. I was active in all aspects of my life and nothing could get me down...nothing could hold me back..I was a free spirit and truly embracing it.
Ten years later, I'm hardly that person anymore. I'm more of a cynic than I ever thought I could be. The whole purpose of life is to kill you. If not physically it will kill you on an emotional level. Life tapers down until you're beaten. One of the guarantees in life is death. (the other is taxes)
So why celebrate? None of this matters. Worries don't matter, stress doesn't matter in the end even taxes won't matter. The only thing left is death.
Screw the cake with candles, forget the gifts that will inevitably end up collecting dust. Don't send me money because as you know it will be taxed. Hold on to the memories of your hey day and be glad that you had them in the first place.
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