I am truly happy. Today I turned 26 years old. My birthdays have always been days when I reflect back on the path I've taken in life to get to where I am today. I guess that habit started way back when my dad would ask me and my brother on our birthdays, “how does it feel to be 4 years old?”, “how does it feel to be 5 years old?”, year after year. I don't know if he asked that as a way for me to realize my age was a continuous value and not a discrete step-function, or whether he asked me that to force myself to think metaphysically about my own true being. Today I certainly find myself doing the latter.
My happiness is the product of incredibly fortunate circumstances. Only a small part of my happiness is a result of the blood, sweat, and tears I've put in through the last 26 years. Most of the things I care about and make me happy have more to do with other people than they do with me.
I have incredible family & friends who love me. I have a profession, programming, that I love and can get paid well for. I have been able to start a company with two co-founders, who I absolutely love working with, in order to try to solve a problem I truly care about. I have the most incredible and beautiful girlfriend in the world. The list goes on and on.
What can I possibly do for the people in my life that have made me so happy? Well, the only thing I know to do is to try to return the favor.
Awwwwwwwwww!