My late 20’s had some treats. Even 40 was full of some fun times.
The Jimmy Buffet notion about growing older and not up is that you can grasp the experience without beating on yourself about the shortage of time that you may have left, and there is the problem.
I have had to accept it is much more likely that I’m closer to writing my last story than my first one. That I’m closer to living in senior housing than in a college dorm and the siren call of the social security check is getting louder daily.
The attempt by anyone to capture eternal youth and its folly was also well-told by Oscar Wilde in the Portrait of Dorian Gray.
You might also note that Wilde died on this day. The truth is that I can act like a kid as much as I want but the body won’t take it. At this point in my life, as much as I try to hide it, I seem to have as many spare parts as my 10 year old Buick.
Maybe, this should be the year of my carpe diem.
Time to recognize that there is no more wishing away Monday for Friday because the time may be coming much sooner than later when I might be wishing to get all of those days back.
Happy birthday to me.