You know, I’ve always felt that there is something magical about birthdays. As if the world slows down for a little while, time turns another page, and somewhere in the sky, a tiny star begins to shine just for you. Every year, I welcome this day with the hope that maybe, this time, things will be a little different. That I will feel not just a year older, but a little happier, too. Perhaps these are the days when we want, more than ever, to know that we’ve left a mark on someone’s life, that someone remembers us not because they have to, but because we matter to them. As you grow older, you begin to understand that real magic is rarely loud. Sometimes, it hides in a single message, a few sincere words, or a small act of kindness you never expected. Today, I simply want to wish myself more light, more beautiful encounters, and more people who make me feel that I matter without making me question my worth. I hope that one day, I will look back and realize that the loneliest chapters of my story are far behind me
Anyway, happy new year to me. I hope this year will be kinder than the last. And maybe, this time, someone will remember me on this day