by Ara Rubyan

Today is my birthday.

As usual, a couple of things occur to me:

• You don’t get wiser with age, but you do get more perspective.

• The thirty-five years that separate 18 from 53 passes in a heartbeat and/but your body gets the message before your head does.
• The older you get, the more you become like your true self.
• Age is just mind over matter; if you don’t mind, it don’t matter.

I’m tempted to go on like an old fart, but because almost all the guys my own age bore the crap out of me, I’ll cut it short.

I’ll finish off by saying I have always looked forward to the future because every day is a miracle of wonder and I can’t wait to find out what happens next.

Rock on!