I was filling out a survey and had to list my age. I started to put 61 like usual, when I realized I had just had a birthday a few weeks ago. So, now I’m 62. I don’t feel any different just from the passing of one day to the next which marked my birthday, but apparently I am now one year older. Interesting to think about. I didn’t automatically become one year older, but day by day, over the last 365 days, I had gradually become older and now the date marked the passage of those days. When you don’t notice the passage of time, change doesn’t seem to occur. When you think about growing older each and every day, time seems to settle on top of you and weigh you down. That seems to give a depth to the concept I never thought about before. Despite my minor infirmities and the date that defines my age, my mind is healthy and alert and eager each and every day to continue to learn and to do. And so, I think I will go back to my thinking of before…birthdays are unimportant. They are just another day in the life of many days. In the day-to-day living, a day is just a day…the way to show the difference in morning and night. That way, I can enjoy each day as it comes and not think about the future. It is yet to come.
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