Ebony And Ivory

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...

For my two previous birthday posts, click here and here.