Happy Birthday to me
On this day in Akron, Ohio, I was born.
Not much of a big deal if you ask me.
The way my mother would tell, it was a dramatic entrance, with me crowning 'early' and the orderlies crossing her legs so the doctor could get their and do his job. I dont' remember any of it myself, so I had to take her word for it. She also said I wasn't going to be an Artist, and I listened to that as well.
The last few years have been hard birthdays. Simply those kind of days where you expect anvils to drop from the skies.
Last year is a bit of a blur. Neither good nor bad.
In '04 my father was dying and I got to talk to him via cel. His tracheotomy made it difficult to speak.
In '02, I got a ticket for multiple driving indescretions that I'm still trying to get cleared. The only hting I did wrong was use the carpool lane with only two people in a pickup truck. That and I had no Driver's license.
When I lived in Air Force, especially in Germany, I would go for a long walk and reflect on the previous year. I waited til Thanksgiving for this, as I was usually pursuing my goals of consuming vast amounts of brown liquor.
They weren't all bad. In '97, on my 30th, I had a Gallery shoing of my work, two happy, healthy kids, and a future in Design with a captial D. Less than six months later, I'd be downsized by that wife, and my life again changed.
My current wife, who's carrying our child, has made me very happy on most days, so they tend to get lumped together. For example; on our first anniversary, we went to New Orleans, to chase our ghosts of the past.
The point of all this? Quite simply this; there is no point. Existence futile and meaningless on a geological scale. But, since life has no inherent meaning, it's up to each of us to assign meaning to our lives. You can spend your time building bridges, or walls.
Take or leave it. But time's running out.
Not much of a big deal if you ask me.
The way my mother would tell, it was a dramatic entrance, with me crowning 'early' and the orderlies crossing her legs so the doctor could get their and do his job. I dont' remember any of it myself, so I had to take her word for it. She also said I wasn't going to be an Artist, and I listened to that as well.
The last few years have been hard birthdays. Simply those kind of days where you expect anvils to drop from the skies.
Last year is a bit of a blur. Neither good nor bad.
In '04 my father was dying and I got to talk to him via cel. His tracheotomy made it difficult to speak.
In '02, I got a ticket for multiple driving indescretions that I'm still trying to get cleared. The only hting I did wrong was use the carpool lane with only two people in a pickup truck. That and I had no Driver's license.
When I lived in Air Force, especially in Germany, I would go for a long walk and reflect on the previous year. I waited til Thanksgiving for this, as I was usually pursuing my goals of consuming vast amounts of brown liquor.
They weren't all bad. In '97, on my 30th, I had a Gallery shoing of my work, two happy, healthy kids, and a future in Design with a captial D. Less than six months later, I'd be downsized by that wife, and my life again changed.
My current wife, who's carrying our child, has made me very happy on most days, so they tend to get lumped together. For example; on our first anniversary, we went to New Orleans, to chase our ghosts of the past.
The point of all this? Quite simply this; there is no point. Existence futile and meaningless on a geological scale. But, since life has no inherent meaning, it's up to each of us to assign meaning to our lives. You can spend your time building bridges, or walls.
Take or leave it. But time's running out.
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