Birthdays. They come
every year. Yesterday was mine. I’m getting close to the “mid-point,” if you
know what I mean, and as I gain years and wisdom I find myself thinking more
and more about what really makes me happy.
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The question “what do you want for your birthday?” inevitably
comes up when my special day approaches, and I never know what to say. Sure there are things I want but do I really
have to have them? I also want
some things that aren’t things, but I have pushed aside many of them as
impossible or at the very least too exhausting to achieve.
I generally answer the question by stating that as long as
(1) my family is around me and (2) there is cake, I’ll be happy. Presents are nice but in the end they are things
that don’t last. The non-things I
desire are what will bring true happiness.
Yesterday I had a steak dinner, birthday cake and ice cream,
was surrounded by my family and friends, and received a few gifts that I both wanted
and needed (okay, maybe I didn’t need a grocery bag filled with
M&Ms)
It was a good day.