dear life 17

dear life
27 years ago on this day i opened my eyes to you. i don't remember a thing of that day, but they say i was crying (as everybody does when they leave the warmth inside their loved mothers) and was welcomed by family and friends. today 27 years later here i am, writing to you, i guess to thank you for the opportunities you put infront of me all through these years- the opportunity of being a kid, a teenager, growing up, meeting new people, making new friends and trying to keep the ones i made, the opportunity of reading and learning each and every day, and most importantly that of being loved and being able to love. you surely have not been easy, but maybe that is what you are about, ha? this year i miss parents who are miles and miles away from me, and of course the loved one whom we lost just 41 days ago. but still i feel warm hugged by the love of those who are here with me. as a 27 year old who has not always been gratefull of you, i am writing to you to say thank you, and to let you know that i am trying to learn from each and every piece of you, and to cherish you. isn't that what really counts? so could you please wish me a happy birthday?