Well, it’s my birthday again. No dramatic antics this year that’s fine.

Personally, I don’t celebrate the celebration of my birthday. It’s just another day to me.

Although I am thankful for those who greet me, take the time to remember and aren’t busy enough to forget.

This year is my twenty-second.  I bid farewell to any hopes of me getting any taller, jumping on new year hasn’t worked as well

as I hoped the last eighteen times I tried.

But thank you life, you have been full of colourful chock-full box of chocolatey experiences I treasure dearly.

Thanks heart for beating up until year twenty two and thank you for whoever keeps it beating, whatever keeps it beating, keeps me fighting.

If I were to celebrate anything, it must very well be life and it’s creator.  I can’t thank myself solely because I didn’t create myself. My parents sort of

created a blueprint of skin, flesh and bones but are not the reason of my existence and consciousness I’m sure. (thanks mama papa)

I wouldn’t be “alive” either weren’t it for the things, people and events around me and these of which I share my path with.

I will continue to be better, wiser and learn from my universe of mistakes. To those I have wronged…sincerest sorry. To those who have

wronged me, watch out! I’m kidding, I want to learn to be evermore forgiving.

Thanks everyone for making it all seem special, thank the maker for all of you.

Happy birthday to me. #