Thirty Three

I’m 33 years old.  Here’s some wisdom from the mouth of Bill Withers:

I find I still have nothing to add.

We’re all accidents of birth, you know?  We don’t get to choose, you know, what we look like, we don’t get to choose how gifted we’re gonna be, how tall, how strong, how, we don’t get to choose how… we don’t get to choose anything about what we’re gonna be.  One day someone says “You are.”  At some point or another we have a choice, if we’re sane enough by that point, as to how much we’re gonna apply ourselves.  And a lot of that is influenced by the people who nurture us.

I already did what I did.  You know I’m not that little boy or that young guy anymore that hasn’t had any validation.