red-eyed and bushy tailed

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. That, and I need an editor.

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i especially took note of the order of topics and wonder if they indicate priorities? bonus points if so.