I wish everyone could wish me a happy birthday. Today, I haven’t received any birthday wishes yet.
Today, as I celebrate my birthday, a tinge of sadness lingers within me, for the day has passed without any birthday wishes gracing my presence. The absence of cheerful messages and heartfelt greetings leaves a void, a longing to be remembered and cherished by those dear to me. Yet, amidst this moment of solitude, I hold onto the hope that perhaps the wishes are yet to arrive, delayed by the busy currents of life. Regardless, I remind myself that the true essence of a birthday lies not in the number of well-wishes received, but in the love and joy that permeate each passing moment. Today may not have been filled with birthday greetings, but I embrace the opportunity to appreciate the beauty of solitude, to reflect upon the blessings that have adorned my journey thus far. And in this quiet space, I hold onto the belief that the universe will bestow its wishes upon me in its own divine timing.
