The Profound

I find that for the first time in my life, I have nothing profound to say.  I will turn 66 on Friday.  I am closer to an ending than a beginning.  Yet I believe age is only a number.  Sixty-six is not a high number in the scheme of things.  Sixty-six dollars will not buy two weeks worth of groceries.  It will not fill a cavity, repair a car, pay a health care deductible, or even come close to a house payment. It will not cover the cost of a college text book or credit hour.  Sixty-six is an even number with no real value except that it falls along the line between one (1) and infinity.

In my mind, I do not feel older.  I feel young.  The irony of aging is that the body zooms along towards decrepitude while the mind that is active, remains at its peak.  Many would disagree with the latter part of that statement, but it is true for me.  I am still unendingly curious.  I bike, I write, I dream.  I continue to believe in the ability of human beings to be compassionate, loving and visionary.  I believe that most of us care for the greater good of our world, but that we too often allow ourselves to get bogged down with survival.  I believe that when one tire goes flat in life, we pump it up or replace it.  We go on.  Humans go on.  We trip, we fall, we forget, we remember.  We learn, we cry, we laugh, we blame, we forgive.

On this the eve of my 66th year, I wish all others who share November 19th as their birth date, a happy, happy day!   Happiness is a state of mind.  It is not a possession, nor can it be found somewhere outside ourselves or purchased online.  If you can read this, you are alive.  If you are alive, celebrate!  You made it to this day.  You scrambled over boulders ten-times your size, you braved life's blizzards and hurricanes (real and imaginary), you picked yourself up and got on with it.  You did it!  Awesome!

It is a pleasure to share this day with you, whoever you are, wherever you are.  Thank you!