life begins..

it's my birthday in a few days, and i would so love to ( re )start life.. yes, commence after decades.. for wasn’t it said that it isn’t at birth, rather, at a certain age that, truly, life begins.

i saw an ad that claims, "life begins at 65".. c'mon, no way it can take that long!! it must have been coined only by that man who finished law school at 63.
the argument of those who can’t hide gray hair anymore is that "life begins at 40". by reason of a majority vote, this should be more sensible; except when you hear a debutante stating that "life begins at 18"?! i wonder which one is it, really..

Someone said, life is not the breaths that take your moments away, but the moments that take your breath away.. given this premise, i think i'll finish humanity's subject "decision-making 101" with flying colors.. what with all my stories that would make anyone grasp for air to live! he.. he..

seriously, it’s been awhile now that i have been trying to imagine how people who know me would describe the way i live my life; how i have so far (mis?) managed my persona. it must be the coming of age that brought me to consciously look into this.

"it's not who i am underneath, but what i do that defines me." so says the caped crusader.

if that covers even the distant past, oh, dear.. i’m in trouble..
there was one point in time when i became an expert in picking the wrong choice always -- like i’d utilize all the bad decisions prior to settling for the right move. why i allowed myself to experience that phase, i have no idea, given that common sense was/is right on my face and the right values never escaped my mind.

ignorance in youth got in the way? boy, if i can get a penny every time i hear that, i’d now be rubbing elbows with bruce wayne, the billionaire guy!

but while i may have been silly once upon a short time ( in my defense, it was just a short period ), life didn’t ( yet ) give up on me. 100 stupid acts certainly were not enough for good fortune to leave me; it only meant i have discovered the 100 ways on how not to go for it the next time ( although i must admit that it was way too much trial and error..)

good ole alfred pennyworth's wisdom tells us another manner to look at it: "why do we fall? so that we might better learn to pick ourselves up."

i love this butler. gives me courage to continue asking how am i perceived by the rest of mankind.

unfavorable although some replies may be, no worries on that for me; as i can redeem myself at any rate i need to.
"gotham isn’t beyond saving." and so am i!

quo vadis, bday girl? i'm about to see.. wherever it is, i'll take with me the lesson on how batman begins; and i conclude:

the opportunity to recover what could be a lost character will present itself -- until i run out of life, of moments to take my breath away..

carpe diem.
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