Reflections Upon my 50th Birthday · 2:35pm Jul 30th, 2014
As some of you may have surmised from a few of my stories, my 50th birthday is on the 1st of August.
As such, this particular milestone gives me an opportunity to reflect upon what has happened in my life. A man's 50th birthday is supposed to represent the pinnacle of achievement, that he can look back upon what he has accomplished and take pride in his work. By this point in a man's life, he is supposed to have become successful, independent, and in some cases, even made a name for himself.
I look back at what has happened in my life and I find myself extremely disappointed by the choices I have made. I suspect I may have included that particular assessment in a few of my stories as well. I have allowed the ocean of life to carry me as it will, as though I had been set adrift on a rudderless dinghy with no paddles or sail to help me along -- I have been at the mercy of the tidal current and the waves, to use a metaphor. No land is in sight, either.
So as my 50th birthday approaches, what should be a happy occasion turns out to be just another click forward on the odometer of life, with my best years in the rear view mirror.
Would be nice if Pinkie Pie could cheer me up, but she's in her universe and I'm in mine.
