Mar 31 2008
Another year came around, knockin’ on the door, introducing me to the decade that qualifies me to now watch the late 80’s show thirtysomething. Getting older is something I look forward too — there’s a perception that once you’re past your twenties you’re past the so-called glory years.
A case in point perhaps: an old high school friend of mine used to listen to Bryan Adams. Yes, that Bryan Adams. And notably, he loved the song, Summer of 69. He wanted his own Summer of 69. I read somewhere a few years later, someone being humourous about the song — essentially commenting on how sad it was that Bryan Adams would write about one specific period in his life (or whoever the protagonist of the song was or is) and how it was the best time of his life. I had to agree. If your life boils down to just one specific period, then I feel for you.
To me, the years get better and better. And there’s still a lot to do — I feel I’ll never get to do everything I want to, but it’s good to aspire to something, however small or large it may be.