STOPPING IMPROVEMENT is death. There is no goal. There is no final destination. There is only direction.
Three days after turning 30, I found my first gray hair. Yes, this gray hair was coming out of my own head.
You have to laugh at yourself.
As the day gets closer when 25 will be a number I say much more than 24, I realize the one thing that I continuously want from life is happiness.
I would choose my 31-year-old self over my 24-year-old self a million times over
Every year has difficulties. Difficulties are normal. It’s how you live your life each day that determines how you create a lifetime.
Make friends who are more than just drinking buddies and who are actually there for you beyond Friday and Saturday nights.
I may die in the next year. But probably not. The odds are good that in about 18 more months, I will turn 40. I have some cause for optimism.
Never having good sex again.
In this bar, I think about my youth and how it’s still here, but slipping at the same time. People who are older will sigh and say things like, “Oh, to be your age again!” And I want to ask them if they were this depressed.