Yesterday I had another birthday (not that anyone noticed); it was one of those numbers that reminds you that you're getting really old.
And yet, rather than feeling sorry for myself, I thought of all the friends from my youth, who did not make it this far. There are a lot of them, and I'm sure I don't know why.
We all grow old--it's inevitable. Some will tell you it's a hard thing, but it's harder still not to grow old, don't you think? So the next time you're feeling your age, maybe take a look around, and see who else is still in the race.
After all, "Always look on the bright side of life..."
And yet, rather than feeling sorry for myself, I thought of all the friends from my youth, who did not make it this far. There are a lot of them, and I'm sure I don't know why.
We all grow old--it's inevitable. Some will tell you it's a hard thing, but it's harder still not to grow old, don't you think? So the next time you're feeling your age, maybe take a look around, and see who else is still in the race.
After all, "Always look on the bright side of life..."
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