Ten days before Christmas, year after year my birthday comes around.
Oh, I don’t mind the passage of the years – so much. With time comes wisdom, right?
There comes a time when we begin questioning how we spent our lives – was it enough, or is there… more? That is what I’m doing in the wee, small hours of this birthday morning. Thinking, wondering. Is there more?
I suppose, in the end – that choice is mine to make.