Today, April the 8th, is my birthday and I think I’ve finally accepted the idea of being middle aged. However, I still think I’m far from being mature.
Today I will do all my favorite things: meditate, exercise, study, sing, dance and …
Oh yeah …
… eat copious amounts of junk food and drink alcohol until I pass out.
Strange as it seems, some of us treat celebrations, especially of birth, as an excuse to over indulge in self-destructive behavior. We eat too much, drink too much, stay up too late, and, maybe, try to get into some trouble all in the name of having a good time.
It’s almost like we’re saying to Death “come and get me, you bastard, I’m not afraid of you.”
Yes, it is very strange. But then, life itself is strange. We find ourselves, year after year, perpetually spinning around our little star wondering what life on Earth is all about and what, if anything, awaits us after we leave our earthly bodies.
Well, that’s a different discussion.
Today, as I celebrate the occasion of my birth, I humbly offer you, my faithful readers, these words:
Love and Blessings and all good wishes for Peace Profound.