Today I’ve become of age – finally a grown up man as you might think after turning 25 for the 19th time.
Or 44 as you might want to call it. Readers of this blog will recognize that for once, this piece isn’t written in my non-native Swedish, but in English for a change. The reason for this one time event being that I want to thank and share my gratitude with everyone who took the time to wish me happy birthday. For the past years I’ve set aside time and put pride in answering each comment on my Facebook wall uniquely. This year, I’ve come to realize that I can’t do that, but this is my way of saying thank you.
Sure – by prompting to everyone who come of age, Facebook guarantees that everyone is sent tons of wishes on their birthday without a significant amount of deeper thoughts behind it. Yet to me, today it doesn’t really matter. December 14 is my favorite Facebook day of the year. I am sure you got yours too.
44 – fourty four. Wow. Kind of cool! Good thing I am not Asian and a Tetraphobic ,(here is when you click the link and learn something new!) then the comming year definetely would be a real bummer as I would have been surrounded by unluck. Instead, I chose to appreciate where I am in life currently. It’s not like I can do anything about it either way, so to me life is about making the most of it. Preferably with, Lotta, my family, good friends, and acquaintances from all over the world. Lotta keeps teasing me about that by the way. The all over the world thing. Whenever we talk about somewhere, I tend to say I know someone, or have a connection there – no matter how remote. So far we’ve met with several of you, and I hope to see more of my global friends again before they put the lid on me.
44 is hellofalot better than 40
40 sucked. Big time. It wasn’t so much actually turning forty, as much as where I was in life at the time. Dad had gotten his diagnosis and the entire family was in shock, work was totally uninspiring, and I had come to realize that my marriage was living on borrowed time. Naaaw – 40 was about as low as it could get. There is a lot of talk about the life crisis of 40-year olds. I definitely hit rock bottom – hard. But to me it was never an age thing. I like my age and don’t worry about ”getting old”. If I do worry about something it is becoming sick and lack the capacity to even end my own life. Now THAT scares the bejesus out of me.
A clean quick heart attack and lights out. That is my preferred way to go.
Preferably doing something I like doing. At age 86. But it don’t have to be. More importantly, especially after witnessing how cancer screwed Dad on the dessert he had planned for his retirement, is for me to live a full life without deep regrets. I’ve written about that here in the blog previously. (Google translate if needed) I have sworn not to make regrets a vital part of my life, but rather focusing on making every day count. In doing so, I hope some of you think I am a bit wild and crazy, but still sane enough for me to inspire you and make you leap out of your comfort zone every now and then. If I can accomplish that, then I’m proud of my contribution.
So – to all my friends – Thank you for your birthday wishes and have Merry Christmas and a Happy 2016.
Ohh – and if you failed to remember – There is a new chance next year as I turn 25 – again.