The number 32 means almost nothing to me.

I know that I might be 32 in age one day,

But who knows,

Maybe not.

I might die young,

Nobody knows right now.

32, perhaps insignificant

A meaningless number.

Unless in a game of chess.

That's the number of white squares.

And black squares on the board.

The number of pieces combined.

Who knows why.

The age I'll be one day,

By that time, so many hopes and dreams

I hope I'll have achieved

Countless milestones waiting in the years ahead

Everything is unpredictable, unknown

But exhilarating