I’ve heard from plenty of folks in my life – family, friends, coworkers, complete strangers – that you arrive at a point in your life where birthdays don’t hold the same appeal as they used to. As I celebrate another today, I’m pondering if that is now the case for me.
From the moment we are born we start the slow, inevitable march toward death. It’s not morbid. It’s reality. Some of us get there faster than others. Some by accident. Some by design. Although, depending on your spiritual leanings, you could argue that it is all by design. Either way, each birthday marks another year closer. Another step toward the end.
- How do you see it?
- How jazzed are you when your special day rolls around each year?
- What were the socioeconomic conditions in post-WWI Europe that contributed to WWII?
