It’s my birthday today. I originally didn’t have a post scheduled, but I thought I might as well post something that’s been on my mind… Enjoy!
Ever thought about the paradox of birthdays? As events go, they are simultaneously:
- uncommon: you get them once a year, at most – possibly less (gulp!), never more; and
- predictable: they occur on the exact same day (on the years they do occur).
Maybe it’s this paradox that makes them so great for reflection.
Anyway, I’ve been thinking about today (before today), and I’ve found myself struck afresh by something that’s occurred to me before. It’s a question, and how you answer it depends on what end you’re looking from:
“Does a birthday mark one year more in our lives, or one year less to live?”
If you’re reading this and you’re an April 7 mate: Happy Birthday, more or less!