In recent years, I have stopped fussing over how old I turn every year on my birthday.
Yes, my apathy has quite a lot to do with the fact that people cannot seem to remember just how old I am; so, to avoid the craziness, I have more or less hushed up my years, and will graciously accept any birthday wished (even forty-one, seriously).
But also, in recent years, I have taken on more of a sober approach to life in general (do not laugh). And while I believe it is not important how old you are, what you wish to do with the chance to (hopefully) live an additional year on this planet is what I give more focus and my attention.
For me, how I spent my last year, and what I would like to do with the year ahead - is more important.
Whose sorrows can I share.
Whose happiness can I be a part of (even a tiny bit).
And how can I make this world a slightly better place to thrive in.
At the end of the day, age is and always will be, just a number. And with several billion people walking on this planet, that number is less likely to leap out. I mean, nobody ever remembers my age. It is natural.
What they will remember, is how I have been with them. Every one of them.
Thank you for the generous dose of love: I really hope this coming year I get to dream some more. Strive some more. And hopefully get as far as achieving a tad bit more.
And I will definitely need you there by my side. Even in spirit will do.
Because without Ivory, Ebony is sort of incomplete...