Ugh, it's my birthday.
How did I get to this point,
this age between being young and elderly?
You would think that when reaching my 39th milestone of existence
I’d know a little something about life.
But I feel naïve to the world and its workings.
I know nothing.
Old enough to know better,
But not old enough to be considered wise.
Young enough to still kick up my heals,
But not young enough to be considered adorable
(that stage has come and gone).
If I live to be 78,
this birthday represents the halfway mark.
I’m almost done, folks.
And yet, I feel like I’ve just begun.
More like life reflection.
Where do I want to be
Ten years from now?
What do I hope to accomplish?
What mark on the world will I leave?
Good, bad, ugly, or nonexistent.
Will I be any wiser
or will I still feel like the amateur that I am?
All I know, is that I have a young brain
in an ever aging, always ticking body.
So bring on the next 39 years, Life.
I'm ready to tackle you and experience your crazy
roller coaster ride of wonders.
I will accomplish great things or die trying.
That's a certainty.
So bring on the cake.
Bring on the ice cream.
Let's get this party started.
I still have a lot left to do.