Its my Birthday folks, I am truly ambivalent about the whole birthday thing, I think we all get that way when we have experienced enough of them; I am in a melancholy mood to think in three days I will be a year older… how melancholy?… well if you are asking: I believe that birthdays seem less and less a milestone of the years gone past and more and more a sick and haunting reminder of how little I have grown. How foolishly fickle am I who cling to these facile thoughts of how much better next year will be and so with every flicker of fates flame I am reminded that this is who I am, irrevocably irrelevant and destined for no doubt less than I dreamt so many years ago…
“So much has been given to me. I have no time to ponder that which has been denied” — Helen Adams Keller, 1880-1968
perspective
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“Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative” — Oscar Wilde
David Renshaw
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I was often told by those wiser than me, “its better to have loved and lost, then to never have loved at all”
This seemed nonsensical to me, It is neither better nor worse. Both hurt and both are, in their own separate ways, unbearable.
“No man can step into the same river twice, as the water flows through always, for it is not the same river and he is not the same man”