It’s my birthday tomorrow. I’ll turn 60. The number. When I was a kid, it was really old. But now, it’s like a page number in a book I’m reading. A book I like reading. I want to keep reading to see what happens next.
I like being alive. Some moments I don’t like. Some I love and want to last forever. But overall, this being alive is a good thing.
I like how I have a body that moves around and does things. It lets me type these words. Earlier it made a delicious lunch. Now its reading what I’m writing. It’s a decent vehicle for getting around. Better than a car. I like how it’s changed a lot over the years. You can’t get bored with something that’s always changing.
I like the feeling of being alive. It’s beyond my body. It’s like the electricity that powers my toaster. I can’t see it, but I can see what it does. It feels like a silent current. Silent but powerful. It also moves planets around the Sun.