Right this moment, as I have a good time my birthday, a tinge of unhappiness lingers inside me, for the day has handed with none birthday needs gracing my presence. The absence of cheerful messages and heartfelt greetings leaves a void,
a longing to be remembered and cherished by these pricey to me. But, amidst this second of solitude, I maintain onto the hope that maybe the desires are but to reach, delayed by the busy currents of life. Regardless,
I remind myself that the true essence of a birthday lies not within the variety of well-wishes acquired, however within the love and pleasure that permeate every passing second. Right this moment might not have been full of birthday greetings, however I embrace the chance to understand the great thing about solitude, to replicate upon the blessings which have adorned my journey up to now. And on this quiet area, I maintain onto the idea that the universe will bestow its needs upon me in its personal divine timing.
