Turning 40, at 41 maybe!

Musings from the luckiest motherfucker alive

It took 40 trips around the sun to write down these notes. I hope reading these notes 10 years from now will help my moral compass determine whether I was still naïve in my 40th, or outright crazy.

May these notes be — yet another beginning of reflections on life, luck, and everything in between. For, they embody neither illumination of any kind nor some sort of wisdom, but simply being the luckiest motherfucker alive to afford time and health to write them down.