Celebrating my friends

I am now a year older. I just ended a year of my life and am now entering another. It was a fun birthday. I received ingenious surprises, wonderful gifts and got flooded by many birthday greetings.

But a birthday, in many ways, is a measurement of one’s achievements. Not monetary, not even professionally. But in identity and character. Maybe it is right, maybe it is wrong, but in reality, we know if we have friends and loved ones during birthdays and celebrations (such as Christmas and Valentine). I believe that if many people remember you on your birthday, give you gifts and send you greetings, then it means that you are loved, adored and cherished.

And many times in my life I was afraid of my birthday. I worry. I wonder. Will someone remember? Will anyone send a greeting? Or better yet, care to show they care?

And thus, I thank God that for this year, once again, many remembered. Two reasons. They did, because they are great friends. And because God has made me into a better person and this, I know, others see.

For my friends, I write this blog in your memory. I thank you for sharing your lives to me. I thank you for letting me be part of yours.