C U T E
isn’t always the way to
C E L E B R A T E
A R E A L B I R T H D A Y
L I F E
isn’t about a number of Candles
on a quick-to-go-stale
Birthday Cake. . .
. . .Maybe the best part of old age for anyone is that they can actually
A T T A I N I T
There are Givens:
Death is the Number One Killer in the World. . .
Life is a Terminal Sexually Transmitted. . .
and it ENDS. . .
just not as well as we’d like. . .
Great Health, it turns out, is merely the slowest possible rate at which anyone can ever die. . .
But. . .
After some 23,276.57 Days on this spinning blue ball
I’ve learned a few lessons. . .
and the biggest one:
There’s just a few more lessons to learn. . .
There was a recent survey taken in the UK that said the biggest fears men have growing older are:
94% fear going bald
89% fear becoming impotent
75% are worried about going grey
64% are scared of getting fat
61% fear losing their teeth
45% dread needing ‘jam jar’ glasses
31% are scared of going deaf
24% are frightened of getting bad breath
100% of me is concerned that I wasted time. . .
I didn’t become all of M E
I regret little of what I’ve ever done. . .
even the not-so-good-kind-of-horrific-things
because they’ve all made up the tapestry of my life–especially the dark, ugly colors;
It’s the strands of threads that I didn’t allow to become a part of the mosaic. . .
to expand it
that taunts me.
It’s not the two-self published books,
it’s the yet-to-be published two novels,
five Children’s books,
three non-fiction books
and the yet to be written ones
that fill stacks of notebooks and overflowing file folders. . . .
I have no interest in spewing out the 63 greatest things I’ve learned in my
6 3 years. . .
I do believe that
R e l a t i o n s h i p s,
not technology or medical advances,
Heals me. . .
I do believe that LOVE is the greatest force in and out of this World
and when applied frequently and liberally YOU not only Change. . .
The Universe does, too. . .
I do believe that the secret to long life is simply never to let your heart stop beating or never passing up the opportunity of making Another’s beat better. . .
I do believe that
Life is not counted by pages on a calendar or minutes/seconds on a clock or candles on a cake. . .but
M O M E N T S
that can never be counted, calculated, measured or harnessed. . .
o n l y r e m e m b e r e d
way past a pulse, a heart beat, a breath
or any other means of defining Life that can’t be definite. . . .
So. . .about that cake. . .
I’ll pass. . .
but WOW. . .
that piece of Pecan Pie is looking mighty, mighty
f i n e !
Join me. . .we’ll call it a
Party. . .a never-ending Celebration
. . .Candles are optional
The Light is Blinding
(But, don’t Blink)