My father always told me that the day we stop learning is the day we die. I wrote this as a sort of preparation for my 35th birthday last week. Some of these are poignant, others are simply trite; I attribute the latter to my growing sense of sentimentality as I age.
This will be me in a few short months (end of October fact fans), turning 35 and taking stock of life so far. I hope I can collate as witty and intelligent a list.