I’m not going to grow old to be the man sunk in his couch disgruntled and grumpy about the choices he could have and should have made rather than becoming the man who made those choices and took those risks to ensure he remains on the edge of his seat with a smile reaching from ear to ear and an eagerness to live and to dream each day as if the next day he would be relegated to his bed permanently horizontal and looking up at the world from his back as it passed by in fluorescent color. And on that day that I become afixed to my pillow, I will remember the colors, which, I have painted for myself and for others and those brighter colors which have been painted on me while I took in the world and its people and made choices to live and to breathe with a satisfaction in every breath and an astonishment at every curve and corner of the life which I have come to lead.