How old are you? I do not know, nor am I very sure

Today in the morning, when I checked my laptop, a notification popped up to remind me; that tomorrow I will turn, God willing, fifty-six years.

As I write, I try to remember my first birthday. I discover how fragile memory is. A birthday is a happy event to remember.

I guess do you remember about your first birthday?

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I check the photo gallery on my cell phone, and I see the series of photographs that my oldest son shared with us; the monthly celebrations of his daughter during her first year. A true love documentary that my granddaughter will enjoy in the future.

Black and white memories crop up in my mind. I reckon I would be about to turn my fifth year. I see myself in my aunt's small rented apartment, full of beautiful furniture and delicate objects. My grandmother made the piñata and the cake.

I was so lucky! As my grandmother's first-born grandson, I spent a good time with her every year until I was twenty.

Imagine, when I was six months old, I was already traveling with my father's mother for more than ten hours by bus to the capital of my country.

In short, a quiet and happy stage of my life.

I miss my grandmother so much! She left in 2007; I remember my heartbreaking. I don't know for how many days or weeks the cloudy vision, the rain in my eyes, and the tightness in my chest dominated me.

The pain of the soul is indescribable.

I'm sorry you have to feel it sometime in your life.

My father passed away four years later. He was less than two months away from his 70th birthday. Before his sixty years, I do not remember a party in honor of his birthday.

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In 2001, he decided to celebrate in style. In this sense, he worked hard collecting funds for that event held at a beach club in my town.

My father's 60th birthday was unforgettable. The food, drinks, and music were the delight of the guests.

You will understand that I also miss my father a lot. Ten years since his departure to unconsciousness. Time flies.

Well, I hope I don't bore you with my experiences. I will understand if you do not want to continue with the reading.

You may think, "The title of the article is misleading, and it has nothing to do with me." But give me a few more paragraphs to give you my message on the eve of my next lap.

Let me clarify something for you. Tomorrow, I correct today; I have not prepared a big party or cake. Although, I wouldn't be surprised if my wife made some dessert for the occasion.

You will say, "we are in a pandemic; we must maintain social distance."

No, no, no! The reason is another.

What I will do is thank God for the gift of life, for allowing me to enjoy every moment without questioning the burden I have.

How old am I?

I don't know. And I assure you that you don't know either!

You will say, Of course you know, 56 years old! Why do you want to take away your age?

Dear reader, I ask you.

How long to live do you have?

It is a difficult question to answer. Nobody knows the future.

I think you understand the point of view.

The time lived, we no longer have it. It is just a cluster of memories in your mind, good and bad, that marks your present.

So, treasure and enjoy, even this very moment you read me.

Here I also pose an enigma to you.

How to treasure and enjoy every moment of life?

You say, "what enigma? You ask a question."

You are right. You are insightful.

The enigma is not in the question of how to live your life. Although, I think it is not very easy to answer either.

Well, if you read, you're still alive, thank God. I hope it gives you long life to solve the question and enjoy the answer.

I'll get straight to the point; Life is the enigma.

So hurry up before it gets away.

My mother says that I was born on a day like today, almost midnight, around July 1. Although I do not remember, and I no longer have the time elapsed since then.

Celebrate life every moment.

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An original article by @Jnavedan

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