Today I turn thirty.
I weep for my youth.
I weep for my hair.
I weep for my pride.
I digress.
Thirty is not a substantial drama; thirty is a milestone. It is a milestone which I identify, acknowledge, and ignore. I focus on the following during this time of struggle and inevitable reality:
I have a wonderful wife.
I have a wonderful daughter.
I have a wonderful life.
The aforementioned realities are static not transitory. I live a most charmed and blessed life.