As Indiana said, “ it’s not the years honey, it’s the mileage.”
I used to think in terms of good years and bad years, but it’s not as if the fates really conspire to confine their plan for us to a specific three-hundred-and-sixty-five day period. They have the cosmic luxury of throwing as curve balls whenever they feel like it. The trick is what we do with the pitches that come our way. There’s just the short time we have and what we do with it.
Live large. Enjoy 08.