MY BIRTHDAY EVE

As I sit here on the eve of my birthday, I fight the temptation to reflect and and conger up something profound. It is obvious that nothing truly significant happens as the clock hits 12:00am officially adding another year, making me another year older. Technically, as one minute flows into the next I can only age one minute at a time but we still place tremendous significance on the adding of another year to our Driver's License. We celebrate the day, sometimes becoming elated and other times depressed. This seems especially true when we arrive at those so-called "decade" milestones such as 30, 40, 50 and so on! It's almost as if we place far too much importance on the ticking clock as it reaches specific plateaus. All of this is certainly compounded by the commercialization of the birthday event by the selling of cards, candy, flowers and the like. all aimed at making a buck. Actually, lots of bucks are made by that imaginary line that is crossed by us all as the clock passes from 11:59pm to 12:00am every year on the eve of our birth day.
Ironically, the clock did just pass midnight several minutes ago officially transforming me from 52 to 53 years of age and I didn't feel a thing. Hmmm, interesting!