Today, while making a birthday card for my brother, I stopped.
Noticed how a thought folded gives it new form.
I think I will write:
"Evolve. Keep changing."
He will be 60 this round. Like the Man, he will always be younger than me.
I posted a question on Facebook last night. Is blogging dead? Because I have heard a lot of folks talking about that lately. Almost 100 responses. And very interesting. Yes and No and everything in between. Not dead but it has become old is what I came away with. I am considering what getting old means. Often we speak of something becoming old. I think it might simply mean useless. Or at least less useful in the context of what's new. Maybe we project that on ourselves when we use the word as well. I am simply considering "old" today. As a word and how it is used. Considering change and how vital it is. Considering the form of what we do and its use. Considering all of these things.
And a note to self: Now that I am older I feel more useful in a way.