Let us celebrate the occasion with wine and sweet words.
Or maybe with a poignant song...
Sigh. Another year gone by. Is this really where life begins or is that just bullshit?
This song really sums things up for me right now: I'm an over-forty victim of fate, down to rock bottom again (with just a few friends) and my occupation is nowhere to be found.
Gonna go get drunk now. Care to join me?
Old age: A great sense of calm and freedom. When the passions have relaxed their hold, you may have escaped, not from one master but from many.