My birthday has come and gone once again.
I have turned the good old age of 33.
I know, that isn’t old.
It even still considered young in many ways.
The fact of it is though, it’s 1/3 of a century.
With all likely hood I am more then 1/3 of my way toward my death bed.
That being if the end of the world doesn’t happen in 2012 …

A lot of things popped into me head on this birthday.
Lots of things I never really thought about before.
A lot of things that kind of bothered me and made me think.
Things like, I guess I will live past 21.
I should start thinking about the future?
I guess retirement is more likely?
If I am this broken now, how bad will I become?
How much longer until my memory loss becomes some form of full blown Alzheimer‘s?
Did I make the right choice as to a line of work?
What future have I forced a pone my wife?
We all look toward the future, but now I guess I actually have to look forward to one.

I have made little plans that will pan out to small things, but I guess I need to start putting more away towards that dark ideal of being old, crippled and lost within my own mind.
Yea, fun topic.
This is what’s on my mind, so now you know.