Funny. Life is measured from date of birth. Now that I'm sufficiently past that date, I'm looking at life from the assumed date of my death. That date is based upon my willful projection and today's popular beliefs on longevity.

I can tell you this: Each day is a greater percentage of my days to come that from my date of birth. The meaning? Each day becomes more valuable to me. If I looked at each day as a percentage of my time from date of birth, each day would become less valuable to me.

So, why the hell do we insist on using our birthday as a reference? Makes no sense when valuing life.

Perhaps we should set our 40th birthday as the switching point as that is about half way in the journey. Most of us will be dead by that age. Okay, we have a 40th birthday and celebrate what I'll call our 40th "Gapday". This begins the coundown. The big deal here is the opportunity to celebrate two big days together, birthday and gapday.

"Okay", you mumble, " what happens if I reach my 81st year?" The answer is simple; your age becomes gapday minus 1. You have a second wind. Each new day becomes a smaller percentage of your days to come as measured by your negative gapdays. Considering how we shrink physically and mentally, how can we not agree that this is only proper.

Frankly, I'm beginning to see that all this is no longer making sense. I'm going to stick with the damn birthday concept and force a keen eye to the future.

Sleep deprived, I am. Good night.