Today is my birthday.

My birthday …. Simple words — yet how they echo through the corridors of memory. Once upon a time, this day was pure magic.

I can still see the shimmering decorations, the laughter of friends, the joyful tune of a birthday song sung with unrestrained glee. The world seemed brighter, kinder — wrapped in ribbons and innocence.

Back then, birthdays meant balloons and surprises.
Today, they mean reflection and gratitude. Somewhere between childhood and now, the meaning changed.

The candles grew fewer, but their light grew deeper. The noise faded, but the silence began to speak.

As the years went by, the day I once awaited eagerly became quieter — not empty, but thoughtful. I began to see it not as a celebration of getting older, but as a reminder that time is a sacred currency — spent, never saved.

Another year passes, filled with hard work, regrets tucked away in quiet corners, and dreams we promise to revisit “someday.”

But perhaps, birthdays are not about counting what has passed — they’re about awakening to what still can be.

Here’s a little truth I hold close: my official birthday is June 4th, yet I feel my true birthday is November 2nd — today. There’s always been a delightful confusion about which one to celebrate.

Maybe that’s the universe’s gentle way of saying: you don’t need just one day to feel alive — every day you awaken to truth is your rebirth.

And so, yes — today is my birthday.

Not merely a date on the calendar, but a moment of awareness, a quiet renewal of spirit.

I have read somewhere that our birthday carries immense spiritual significance. It’s not just an annual ritual but a sacred reminder — that the cosmos once chose us.

It poured its grace into the fragile form of a human body and whispered, “Live. Learn. Love. Grow.”

Lighting candles on a cake is a sweet tradition, but the real candle, the one that matters most, burns within. Each year, I try to tend to that flame — to keep it glowing despite the winds of time and circumstance.

On this day, I offer gratitude — to the Divine for this gift of existence, for another year of lessons, for the chance to become a little wiser, a little more compassionate.

I give thanks for the people who have walked beside me — for their love, kindness, and even their silence. And to those I may have hurt or misunderstood, I send forgiveness — for them, and for myself.

For what is life, if not a series of gentle awakenings?

As William Barclay so beautifully said, “There are two great days in a person’s life — the day we are born and the day we discover why.”

Perhaps birthdays are meant to bring us closer to that why. They nudge us to pause, to listen, to realign our journey with the quiet rhythm of the soul.

So today, I choose
not to count years, but blessings.
Not candles, but friendships.
Not the wrinkles of time, but the grace they carry.

Each sunrise, each act of kindness, each forgiving thought — they all form the true garland of life.

Yes, I am growing older. But more than that, I am growing deeper — into peace, into understanding, into light.

Today is my birthday — a day of remembrance, renewal, and resolve.
To live more consciously.
To forgive more freely.
To love more fully.

And above all, to keep my inner flame burning — bright enough to share its glow with others.

Because birthdays are not just about the passing of time.
They are about the timeless invitation —
to begin again..

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