This is a PURE FLUFF piece. Please click on something else if you you’re looking for something of value.
I always turn inward on my birthday, which is today. (I beg you not to give me “birthday greetings” as this is not what this post is about.)
You ever look at your significant other when they don’t know you’re looking at them and wonder — “Why do I really love this this person.” — Do you wonder if you love them because they meet your needs (she’s so beautiful, or smart, or funny, or appreciate of me ..) as opposed to loving them for no specific reason whatsoever? Just because they are? I do.
Do you ever look in the mirror and in a brutal moment of honesty wonder to yourself, “Why would anyone love THAT?”. So imperfect. So many damned flaws. Thanks to my insecurities, I do.
I’m 61 today. I have no cancers. I have no health issues whatsoever, as far as I know. I’m healthier than many people half my age. I’m not particularly smart, or gifted, or rich. Yet, I have never known real need. It’s bitter cold outside, but I have a warm bed to crawl into. I have never, ever, known hunger. I have all the clothes I need, and a gorgeous mint condition 1995 Buick Century. My children are prospering, each in his own way. My parents are old, but alive and doing remarkably well, considering their age. I have a few close friends, and that’s all I need. I complain a lot, even though my life is good.
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