Ari just turned four, and this still applies every bit as much as it did the day I wrote it. It is every truth that I’ve come to understand in my 40 years, so it’s pretty short, but someday, I hope she will appreciate it. Maybe you will too.
On Ari’s 3rd Birthday
It’s no more about how you play the game than it is winning or losing. It’s just random, uncontrollable, chaotic moments, some better than others. String a few of those better ones together and you’ve got yourself a “good” life, and still, probably one for which you will be eternally and unjustifiably ungrateful more often than not. You’ll inevitably be more gracious in flourishes of fortune. You’ll probably be at your worst in times of unsatisfied desperation. You’ll find appreciation for that which you’ve casually left aside when you regretfully find a need for it and it is no longer at your, once aloof, fingertips. You’ll be most accommodating when you have something to gain. You will be anxious about everything, above all, death. You’ll do your best to be above these things, sometimes your decency will persevere, other times it won’t. There will only be…
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