Birthday does not mean cakes and balloons.
Nor parties or ravishing foods.
But all it takes to realize that it's just another milestone in life's race.
One year older.
Covering quite a lot of nostalgic distance behind.
When I fall, the distance behind me reminds me of my power.
Another year to mend my mistakes with the needle of trust.
Another year with stronger determination and duties.
No more tears of self judgment.
No more pages for past's ghosts.
But I will continue to wield my pen to sculpt eternal being, for they breathe
me life in the world of choking air.
It's just another milestone in the long route of life's journey.