Summary
I don't know why I practice this annual rite, waiting for my birthday like it's a watch service on New Year's Eve. I have this child-like anticipation about my birthday that hasn't seemed to ebb as the years have flowed.
Oh, and I finally bought a fancy new foreign car after a ten year relationship with my faithful old Altima. Now I have car payment woes bur I LGWD - look good while driving. However fifteen minutes before midnight, it's not these indelible memories that evoke my introspection, it's thoughts about how to make the second leg of the journey radically different from the first.As this vantage point the infiniteness of life is beginning to feel more finite as I look past midnight. And when I think about how I've expended the most sacred resource I have - which is my life - it now seems like less of an entitlement and more like a gift. Life is a precious gift. I have lost friends in the past year that will never see their midnight.Contrary to popular belief, life is not a renewable resource.See the full content of this document
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Fifteen Minutes Before Midnight
It's 11:45 p.m. and just on the other side of midnight my birthday awaits me. In fifteen minutes I will turn the page to a new chapter in my life. And the pages that have proc...
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