What a nice day. I just rang in my birthday by playing some Halo with the guys. There were 4 of us. A far cry from the 25 we had at our last official Halo night, but still a fun time. We hadn't played multiplayer like that for a couple weeks at least.
22 years old. Time for my quarter-life crisis I suppose. I wonder if I'll live to be 88. Today on the news I saw a British couple who were celebrating their 80th wedding anniversary. They were 105 and 100 respectively. A nice, ripe old age. If Lisa and I live to celebrate our 80th anniversary then we'll be 103 and 102. At that rate, I'm only about 1/5 of the way through my life.
My dad always says, "Life is like a roll of toilet paper: the closer you get to the end the quicker the roll disappears." I guess I'll get to learn more about that in the next 60 years. What if I only lived to be 25.
Alright I have 3 years to live left, what would I do? Interesting thought. I suppose I would keep on living as I do. I suppose I would try to have a greater impact for Christ. Perhaps I would have no inhibitions. Perhaps I wouldn't worry too much about my grades next year. I would certainly marry Rogers if she'd have me knowing that I would soon die.
At any rate. I'm 22 years old. At this age I will graduate from college. At this age I will begin a job that may turn into a career. At this age I will prepare for marraige. At this age I will enjoy life...as I always do.
Song of the Day: Don't Look Back in Anger - Oasis
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