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The End of January
Less than 24 hours to go until we can move on
What is it with January?
I used to love the month (as I am born at this time of year) but now it simply seems depressing and leaves me thinking about life and death.
Life is Short
Life is incredibly short and something that I know and now more readily accept. I know that I still have a lot of time ahead of me (hopefully) and I should be grateful for that, focusing on what I have achieved and what I can still achieve.
I have high hopes for the future in consideration that my wife and I will hopefully start a family soon, I will write a few novels and my career will continue to move forward at a pace that I am happy with.
I am also 36 years of age, my Grandad made it to 98 and my Grandmother made it to 88, so I have hopes for living a long life but there is no guarantee of this.
In my head, I am aiming for at least 86 years of age, which will leave me with 50 years to play with (give or take a few days).
50 Years
Half a century is a long time but we all know that in a blink of an eye, it will be gone and so my priority is to make the most of each day.
