Half a century and counting ...

Well...well...well l!  what you know...am half a century old today. Ooo..lala.

50 isn't a good number for many men. But I like it. 

At 50, most men are "dead." Mentally, physically and sexually. No offence if you're 50 and don't look down on me like a vulture.

At 50, most men are almost bold, pot bellied, weigh an elephant, walk a sloth, snore like a rhino, body filled with cholesterol, can't see their toes standing up and most ogle at girls good enough to be their grand-daughters.

Lets see, I don't weigh an elephant, nope. I don't have a belly. I don't have a naked crown, least not yet. I hardly snore nowadays. I don't sway with an unbalanced weight when I walk or run. Yes! I run and yes I can beat a guy half my age. I'm no sloth - never. I consider girls lesser than half my age as dumb. So no point looking at fools. I can do a 6 km run with ease. 50 sit-ups no problem. Walk flights of steps without panting - I did Angkor Wat with ease and the best part is many say I look 39. Ding Dong!

What's the secret? Hmm...!

Congratulations me, can't believe I've survived 50 years on.

Wait..let me also tell what its been like travelling thru' 50 years of human existence.

It was no smooth sailing, not even a roller coaster ride. It was almost half hell and half dreaming of the unattainable and disappointments but I got here with loads of compassion, grit, wisdom, hardships, pain and not forgetting losing my only kid brother along the way which left me rather lonely. I still do miss my late brother dearly.

In a nutshell, reminiscing all the yesteryears, it hasn't been really all good. Hmm no way. Hardships easily outweigh everything else I have seen and encountered. Six out of seven days in a week have gone horribly wrong for me like a million times. At times gone to bed hungry, penniless and worst the hard cement being my bed. 

And there have been I agree a fair share of good times, good friends, good food, good traveling and above all a decent paying job.

However the later years showed and guided me to a somewhat easy ride towards where I'm now. And I'm relishing all those time I got here. I've come a long way to know the good, the bad and the ugly. 

Now the other part - I've something like 25 to 30 years to look forward to, that is if I don't die from a sudden cardiac arrest or any terminal illness.

Many men never make it past 45 and here I'm on the 50 dot trudging and blogging away. Kudos to me!

Self appraisal is a good thing when you reach 50.  :-)

Think what you may, I really don't care. I'm only passing thru' my time in existence.