I'm one year older today (that sounds strange, but it's true according to the calendar).
After some long introspection, here are two reflections on the human condition that I'd like to share with the world at large, upon turning thirty-two:
- Even as we become older, the business of being alive never gets old. (Anyone who tells you differently is either a) too young to understand or b) not in the business of being alive, which could technically mean they are b1) dead, b2) zombies, b3) going through the motions. Sheesh, all these what-ifs. Now I feel old.)
- Everyone could probably floss a little more often.