William Faulkner defined any man’s life in eight words: “He was born, he suffered, and he died.”
Another definition of any man’s life separates it into four stages: He believes in Santa Claus; he doesn’t; he is Santa Claus; and lastly, looks like Santa Claus.
Having evolved through the first three stages and mutated into a St. Nick look-alike, I know this definition is accurate.
