I have been pondering for over half a century if anyone would really care to know my innermost thoughts. What has stopped me you might ask. It is hard to say. It could be one simple thing, or it could a multitude of fears that keep layer upon layer of thought below the surface. When I passed the half-century mark, it was an uneventful day. One might think it would have been filled with special celebrations, but that is just not my style. Every day is one to celebrate regardless of how many days we spend on this earth. Of course, things happen to dampen this thought, but it is still true. No matter what befalls us throughout the day, it is still a splendid miracle to have been part of the wonder of life.