My thoughts on…turning 22
It’s time again. Another year to celebrate my existence on this planet. Today I’m 22 years of age, and I’m feeling great. Not because I’ve gotten any fancy presents or anything. In fact, I got nothing. Not today anyway. Don’t really care. I’m a big boy anyway.
What I am happy about is that I can feel that I’m making progress in my life. Not as much as I’d want, but I can feel that I’m in greater control of the course of my life. I’m accomplishing the things I want to accomplish, my talents are being appreciated, and I may actually realise my dreams! Whodathunkit? So unlike the majority of the adults in the world, I won’t be bitter because I failed at life, I’ll be bitter because I just hate people.
Many of my classmates are becoming successful already, or the makings of success are apparent in them. So I guess I have competition, or a good network, whichever way you choose to look at it. So, for now, I’m an adult who’s happy with the way his life is going. Will this optimism continue? Stay tuned.
I know that it’s my birthday, but you my readers, will get the presents! I promise a new post EVERY day this week.
P.S. I’d like to take a moment to tip my hat to a good friend, Errol “Geri” Ross, who recently passed away. His passing is one of the reasons I’m happy. (Don’t think that way you sickos!) His passing has again taught me the value of life, and to take time to enjoy the good things you have, instead of making yourself miserable by measuring yourself against the Rockfellers of the world. R.I.P. Errol. We’ll miss you.
