With every year that passes, each one seems to lose significance, because I look back and think, HA, I’ve already endured 32 of those. One more year is only 1/32nd of my lifespan. At some point, I started counting backwards. Assuming that I’ll be a doddering idiot by age 60 (sooner than most – I’ve had a lot of head injuries), this next year is going to be 3.57% of my remaining useful life on earth.
Then each year increases in significance. My days are numbered. I better get back to work.