Recently, I found out something that made me feel immensely loved. Or at least, that I matter. Or at the very least, if I’m going to die in a horrific accident right now, I will be missed.
And that’s is enough, right?
It is unexpected and I’m happy and gleeful about it. For the first time in a couple of years, I feel like this can be a good birthday, filled with people I care about. And all those other good things like hope and joy and kindness and stuff like that. I just want that, nothing extravagant, nothing fantastical.
For my 27th birthday, I wish we all have a jolly good time. That’s all.