Forty-four years already. Time is moving fast, but life is great. I can’t complain. My wife and I are tighter than before. I still enjoy spending time with my kids. My career is stable for the moment. My health is still decent. I am more active now with skiing and skating. I still read voraciously. I still blog like words just roll off my fingers.

I am still a deeply flawed human being. I have my share of obsessions and even addictions. I am working toward being positive and optimistic. I need to let go of my worries. I want to have more compassion and empathy. I want to be less selfish and more self-control. I want to be more social and to reach out more to friends.

Life is too damn short. I need to treasure every moment of it. I want to live my life without regrets and without looking back to the past. Whatever mistakes I had made in the past, I cannot go back to change them. I can only move forward. I can’t bring my parents back. I can only care for my family and the people who care for me. I can only tend to matters within my control. Nothing else matters.