Another year. Another year of life. I plan to make the most of it. Shouldn't we all make the most of a year? Hell, make the most of our lives. It's the least we can do. For those who make the most of everything even beyond death, salude! I am not that confident with my capabilities. So I would stick to making the most of my life for now.
Should I forget, I hope I am reminded immediately so there wouldn't be too much time wasted.
Birthdays.
It is the one day in the year, that I liked to be remembered. Even as anti-social as I have become over the years (although I have been told by my co trainees that I am not).
I got text messages and post notices on my Facebook wall from old and new friends and family, self-proclaimed enemies and some near strangers who wanted to greet me.
Thank you for taking the time to say "Hi", for well wishes, for odd comments, for birthday cakes, for impromptu dances and chorale singing of the Birthday songs. I am most grateful.
I am aware that I don't live in a perfect world. There are parts in the planet that are still at war, despite the supposed advanced and pro humanitarian consciousness.
I know our country is far from perfect. Not with the circus and political bullshit that which we call our government.
I know I don't have a perfect life, not with the mistakes and even miserable decisions I am living with.
But I will live my life.
It's the only one I've got.
Should I believe in reincarnation and being reborn.
That life isn't now.
That life isn't mine.
That life isn't me.
Now is.
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