Aug 042005
 

is closer than around the corner. and i don’t feel 40. and how did it get here so fast? how odd. strange. to be honest, i’m not sure how i feel. i don’t feel old. i don’t feel young. i don’t feel cool…

i feel in limbo. but what i’ve failed to realize all of these years that i’ve “waited” for something to happen, for my life to begin, i’ve been living it all along. go figure. sometimes i hug the day. sometimes, i just sleep it away…

who will die today?
who will be born?

and how come the best songs are only 2 minutes long?…

why don’t people feel less comfortable in supermarkets when there is a need for feeding stations in Niger?

what would happen if life was a silent movie? would we make a better effort to feel more, to see more, to listen with our eyes, care with our hands?

i’ve got 9, 18 and 25 wrapped up in my head. i’ve got 30 and 35 tucked away. i’ve got 5 and 7 working to keep that light shining, i’ve got potential pushing the 40…

  2 Responses to “40”

  1. good to see you back!

  2. Heck, I stopped worrying about forty nine years ago. Next year I worry about the next decade up. I don’t even feel like forty yet and I have to deal with fifty?

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