Another birthday, another year.
It can be looked at several ways.
I'm one year closer to death. Morbid? Factual?
Doesn't bother me. I will live til I die.
Am I wiser? Yes and no.
What have I done? Little bit of everything? Not enough of something?
It'll all come out in the wash.
I am, at this point personally happy.
Don't get me wrong. I'm not at all at peace, particularly where the Republic is concerned.
But I'm at a place in my life where some positive things are happening. I am not satisfied though.
Satisfaction should be at best fleeting. There is always room for improvement, refinement. Be happy with what you have, but strive for more.
And mindful of the spooky aspects of my birth month, here is my word for you all.
Whatever you are doing, wherever you are, don't be afraid.
It's time to venture forth. Do what you can and don't let that be a cop out.
Let it be what it is.
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