Forty Years and Devil's Kiss on Your Forehead

There is one proverb in Arabic which somehow is stuck in my head. It goes by this,"Should a person turn 40 years of age and his/her devious ways are not corrected, Evil has kissed that person on the forehead". I don't know why, but it scares me somehow.

For information, a kiss on the forehead, if I am not mistaken, is a sign that one is loved by another in a passionate manner, especially in Middle Eastern culture (perhaps someone can prove me wrong here). Well....how do you like to be loved by the Cursed One?

One year is passing too quickly, the change of season to fall is in the air, so is the sound summer. Semi (a kind of tree bug which makes buzzing noise in Japanese summer) sounds have disappeared now, I could see them dying on the sides of trees. Have I been wiser than before, understanding, more religious, a better husband, partner? Sometimes it is not certain how we should really fill our lives with. Even rituals can be just that...a habit of ritual. I hope that before that age of 40 comes, wisdom will prevail in me, as I also hope the same for everyone reaching to that point.

Talking about age, it is quite distressing that what most people care about is how their skin will wringkle, and some will do just about anything to keep that youthful look. Not trying to be sexist, but women seems to be the major victims here (case in point, cosmetic and beauty industries worth billion of dollars annually) What a waste of time, spent on useless vanities. We should really talk about how we will fill our lives with what sort of impact we will make on the face of the earth, even starting with something small.

I have started thinking lately, what I would be remembered by when I die.....a greasy old man with no manner, or ones who is remembered with love a huge sense of loss for the passing that is too soon? No matter what, I hate to be kissed by the Cursed One by then!