April 4th

A few days ago was my birthday...

For those who know me, you know how important that day is to me.

It's just one day in the 365 days that a year brings, where I focus only on myself.

I celebrate it with great fanfare, even before then.

I celebrate life, MY LIFE.

I celebrate that a full year of joy and tears has passed.

I celebrate that a full year of mistakes and successes has passed.

...of struggles and gains, of friends arriving and others leaving.

Of loneliness, of reflections that sometimes I don't even understand, but I still do them.

Of tons of love that I receive daily from people.

I celebrate that I am capable of loving even when I don't receive love the way I would like.

I celebrate that 365 days have passed where I've been able to breathe without difficulty, and from then on, everything else is a blessing.

Yes. My birthday is important to me, very important.

One day, just one day where I celebrate all of that and so much more.

A day where I receive all the love from all the beings who love me.

A day where I only receive all the expressions of gratitude, and where my loved ones celebrate with me.

A day to receive.

Thank you, thank you, thank you for celebrating with me.

Thank you, thank you, thank you to all the people who understood why I celebrate life and celebrated with me.

I don't believe in "let's celebrate your birthday together later," and I'll explain my reasons.

It's 365 days a year.

I'm not going to start with a list of my noble deeds during those 365 days. No.

But those who know me... know them.

If people can't celebrate me for one day a whole year, it will be in 365 days the next.

I also won't tell those I love madly that if they need me... it doesn't matter if I'm busy, it doesn't matter if it's day or night, it doesn't matter if it's raining or sunny day, it doesn't matter if they're a meters away or hundreds of miles away... I'll arrive and they now.

No excuses, no delays.

In my vocabulary, counting on someone is just that.

Words are carried away by the wind... I correct myself, words are not carried away by the wind. When words aren't backed up by actions... words end up cutting much deeper than a scalpel.

Wounds, of course, can heal!! But they always leave scars, and those scars always remain on your skin as an eternal reminder that you were once broken.

This year, my birthday was bittersweet.

I will forever love those who went out of their way to show me their full love. Believe me, I do realize this, and I keep it all in a treasure chest of unique treasures in my soul.

Loves that will go with me through all my lives.