41 what?
14,975 days.
I wonder how many of them I’ve completely spent floating. I wonder how much of that time I have spent sleeping or otherwise being ridiculous. I wonder, when these days of mine run out, will I have done all that I could to make it a better place for those I’ve known, loved or touched.
Today is my birthday; I don't put much into my own birthday. Every day should be a celebration, not just one that marks a trip around the sun.
2 comments:
So, this one is as good as any to celebrate. Merry Un-birthday to the rest of your household.
Thanks. I'll pass the wish along.
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