Today is my quarter of a century mark. Or…25 years…300 months…9131 days…1304 weeks…219,144 hours…13,148,640 minutes…788,918,400 seconds mark.

Birthdays are bittersweet for me. They are the markers along the road that quantify our lives. They suggest a certain prescribed level of success and maturity yet somehow they always fail to tell the story behind the story. They fail to capture the pain and the progress that has both perplexed you and surprised you. They fail to describe the myriad of experiences that make up your story or the depth of feeling that has branded your soul at certain moments and led you down a different road than most.

Days like today remind me that life is but a vapor. Make sure that you invest it well.

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