Birthdays are as good a time as any to think about death. And while the subject of death may be eerie or morbid to some, I find it useful to ponder the subject, mainly because it leads me to reflect on life. Knowing that everything can end in a snap of Divine Fingers keeps me on my toes. This day may be the beginning, or it may be the end... the first of many more days, or the last day of my life.
I am turning another year older in a few days. I feel like I have aged -- grown, learned, experienced, taught, lived -- so much but also like I have aged so little over the years. That's good, I think. Anyway, I like the thought: so much done, so much still to do; so much has come, so much still to come. That is how each day is anyway, isn't it?
Like anniversaries, birthdays are milestones for me. They mark an end and a beginning. They make me look back and move forward. They lead me to be grateful and to be hopeful. They remind me that time is running -- fast -- and that it waits for no man (or woman). There are things to be said and done. And it is best not to put them off for a later time because a "later time" may never come.
I will live now then -- and live to the full!
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