Today, as I am supposed to celebrate my so-called birthday, I have mixed feelings.
I just don’t see the sense yet in celebrating — let alone a celebration of my existence in this damed world — since I just thought I’m someone feeling in the rut. Especially the last few days which saw me being stuck at the crossroads and still finding a way to get the heck out of it, and still what compounded my woes (and my decision not to do any celebration of my “special day”) is the fact that I still don’t have an exact destination to end up with in the midst of turmoil.
But when I’m able to finaly move on and out of this crossorads and find a refuge, that’s when the celebration begins.
Perhaps I still need this peace of mind that I’m longing for…my best gift for now is another well-deserved break, as if my batteries are charged 100 percent.