I don’t really feel very happy about this milestone, today.
By the typical Western metric, I “turn” 50. No matter that because of the way Koreans count a person’s age, I’ve been having to tell everyone I’m 50 for more than year already. Nevertheless, I can still accurately say that 50 years ago, today (well, almost tomorrow, given the time zone differences, too), I was born.
At one level, I am quite frankly surprised to be here, given the fact that on at least 3 occasions I have looked death squarely in the eyes. Each time, I have beat the odds, and death has quietly but firmly told me, “not yet.”
The passage of time is ineluctable.
[daily log: walking 3.5 km]
Happy Birthday!