This is my 14.609th day on earth. Its been a hell of a ride. Over the last thousand days I've gotten into a basic rhythm. Wake up early. Eat. Work, sometimes sketch. Or cook, or photography... I've learned that personal relationships get more and more important every year, as I sketch my relationship with an increasingly urban world, made more crude and more human by my own hands. This isn't necessarily a bad thing, as much as its a thing, an icon that symbolizes my process of going through life. The day is young and I am on my way to the airport today. Its my 40th birthday, but not my last birthday, or even my last day. There will be time to celebrate, to love, and to hold those people close to me that make an impact, but that comes later. Today, I need to travel. To work. To help others. Karma will decide whether I should enjoy my birthday today, tomorrow someday or never. Either way, its not my call to make, and I'm fine with that, because it's important to sometimes know that we are not in control.