The Search For Enlightenment

It’s no great secret, but today was my birthday. 21 again, for the umpteenth time, making me officially 58, although I certainly don’t feel it, whatever that might mean. Time sneaks by, almost unnoticed and suddenly another year has passed.

Growing old gracefully is a gentle art. Growing old disgracefully, on the other hand, takes real commitment. So, many is the time that I have stated what I believe to be a fact. That a man grows old, though never quite manages to grow up. Sorry ladies, but some of us are eternal children, and long may it be so.

Anyway, apart from having to attend the institution I like to call work, it has been a very special day. I have been inundated with cards, calls, texts and messages of felicitation on all manner of social network. It is a wonderful feeling to know that I am so connected to my family and friends, and I thank you all for your kind words and loving messages.

In reciprocation, aside from the offering of cakes, which disappeared in double quick time, I will strive with all my might, to make it to the same date next year in one piece.