On the eve of yet another birthday, I sit in front of this machine, connected albeit tenuously with the people I choose to care about.
In advance of the day, allow me to say that I am happy, and glad as I creep ever closer to my mortality that I love - and am loved by - so many special people.
I try to always remember the small things, and keep them close to me. The small acts of kindness, the unsolicited compliments, the surprises that make up the days, weeks, months and years that are my life.
Tomorrow, I will be thirty-eight. Not too young, not too old. I guess it is just right.
~Munk
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