Entering sixty is fun when you value smiles on faces, much more than the gift boxes.
Entering sixty is fun when your nerves get tired, but your mind doesn’t.
Entering sixty is fun when you enjoy spiritual talks as much as the movies of Meryl Streep.
And when you can read young minds perfectly well, putting yourself at their level.
When you know what your family needs, and try to fulfil them.
When no more you want to remember the goofed-up incidents, you have had with the people you love.
And when you still remember your first crush, and don’t know the person still living or not.
When you recognize the appeal on your patients faces that they want to get treated but have no money, and you are happy to help them unconditionally.
When you ignore the biker who just have damaged your car’s bumper, and you can foresee the cause of his hurry.
When you tried to learn a foreign language you wish to travel.
When you give a hand full of money to the bagger without counting it.
And when friends, thirteen thousand miles away, whom you met only once wish you on the day.
When you put the responsibility of being happy solely upon yourself.
And when you know for the sure, that people can die at any time, without giving a hint, and it only disturbs the lives of few very keen to them.
Life is good when you miss a call from your mother on your birthday, but know it would never come. And you accept it.
