I wish you an aging process that makes you stranger and wilder rather than smaller and tighter: more opinionated about the exact ripeness of a pear and the right volume for singing in a car, less available for conversations that bore you, and increasingly drawn to dancing and wandering and bouts of curiosity.
I wish you money that comes without humiliation and leaves without regret, plus permanent release from the superstition that being broke is evidence of integrity.
I wish you the alchemy that converts your revenge fantasies into elaborate comic monologues performed for one trusted friend, so the poison leaves your body as laughter instead of settling in your joints.
-Robert Breszny –
