Birthday chronicles.

21st October 1989. A random date? Probably. It is the day this life was given to me. I sound melodramatic but aren’t we all. Drama is an extension deliberately clawed to our rather monotonous existence. Though in this post I will spare you the dramatic torture of words and skip to the eventful part of the story.

Yesterday was alleged celebration of my birth. Always a pain. Somehow bearable, this time. My social experiment displayed somewhat expected results. Satisfactory but partially troubling. I found contrast in outward projection of myself and also felt a weak light of hope dangling inside. I have yet to understand the social fabric that binds a human relationship. The ones that matter were left ignored. So, I need to let it all out, everything that is inside of my heart and mind. Desperately. To learn is to unlearn.

I am going to count my birthday as “Day zero”, for this is a new year and a new day for the rest of my life. So, fear and love, dreams and disasters, ocean and earth, life and dirt, everything shall finds its place in this very life. If the previous years were bearable then I shall bear them all.

I guess everyone needs to be alone to understand they really need.

P.S.: On an entirely different note, I am swiftly punching keys for this wor(l)dy expressions on my new all-so-awesome MacBook Pro! Finally, I have one. Thanks to my dad. Love him, not just for this but for everything.