Thirty five Novembers
Last Saturday was my birthday. The 35th to be more precise. Each time it feels even weirder, I mean, it seems that now I'm a man on the edge of adulthood. And the funniest thing is that, obviously, I don't feel my age. At least my spirit has always been young, but my body has been the one suffering the changes. Fortunately not so many. I've been told that I look younger than 30, and I keep telling my silly joke "At least when I turn 40 I'll look like 30". D'oh! But to be really honest, the issue that gives me the major concern is the fact that, if I count with the fortune of living until 70-80ish, I'm getting somewhere around the middle area. And whenever I remember that macabresque idea, my mind suddenly goes blank and my eyes loose their focal point just to get lost in the immensity of nothingness. A large sigh follows, and a smile. The main thing here is that I'm beginning to feel this utterly need to create and achieve personal goals. Of course...