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The End of The Beginning
Today I reach a milestone of sorts, albeit one that usually goes unnoticed and unmarked. I am thirty-three and a third. As of some time this afternoon I have been alive for one-third of a century (leap years all accounted for).
It has occurred to me that if I live to be a hundred – that is if I’m lucky (or unlucky) enough to live longer than anyone I have ever known and well beyond my life expectancy – then the first third of my life is over.
Having squandered much of my youth, I hope and intend my middle age to be more fruitful.