I wake up to a daily routine to see myself sitting at a table with breakfast, sunlight shone on this beautiful day. My son, with crutches wrapped around his arms, says happy birthday to me and sits. My wife sets plates topped with eggs and bacon, but for me, something special.

The number fifty, "written" in bacon.

Happiness is something that we find along the journey of life, no one is ever born happy. We find things that make us contort our facial muscles into a smile as our brains give off a chemical that gives the sensation of happiness.

The sciences were a gift to my mind, highly skilled in the ways of life, how things tick. So I brought it to the minds of younger ones. I mentor, I teach those who will listen.

It was a daily thing, wake up, breakfast, work, lunch, work again, and dinner. It was all ordinary.

Until I got word.

Something was eating away, literally, eating him away as a blank stare was shared on his behalf.

Cancer.

Inoperable.

Terminal.

Worry was permanently scratched into his face, he was scared, he didn't want to tell his family, so he carried on as if nothing had happened. Yet, at the same time he felt unfazed by this monkey wrench thrown into his life.

Time was all he had, all he is given now that his life is running out. He is a fuse: ashes burnt of a fire, withering away until there is nothing but dust left in the wake.

But yet as his life dies, he is content; he feels somewhat in control. This final act of his life places him in the forefront with both hands on the wheel and the foot on the pedal.

Life is going his way now.


"I have spent my whole life scared, frightened of things that could happen, might happen, might not happen, 50-years I spent like that. Finding myself awake at three in the morning. But you know what? Ever since my diagnosis, I sleep just fine. What I came to realize is that fear, that's the worst of it. That's the real enemy. So, get up, get out in the real world and you kick that bastard as hard you can right in the teeth." – Walter White "