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A Wish

Happy birthday, my friend.

Something tells me that this is going to be your year.

The year where you shall finally be able to forgive your self and others. Too many of the difficulties that you endured were by no fault of your own. I hope that you see that now. It was just the best possible way for you to learn. To find out what really mattered, to see what you can hold on to. You cannot be everything to everybody, most especially, you cannot be all that you wanted. Now you know that you have limitations. And realizing that is what's difficult; it shows you that you are no match for this world. If anything, you were humbled by the universe. There is lesson in this. It teaches you that compared to eternity, little of what has overcome you matters. Time heals only because it gives you perspective. Now you are able to see as the walls that surround you cannot but fall before a mind which can now finally soar. You were looking behind you when the horizon has been waiting for you. Now, go on. Free yourself and do not look back. Come, you shant do so badly. The difficulty is in the beginning and you get through the nights. You must change your life.

The year which you can take as your own. There is nothing to share it with. It is really up to you what you make with it. Shall you give it away to sweet sleep or shall you live out your dreams? You need not be ashamed to waste away the days. Life is there to be burned. So do not plan on your towers and skyscrapers. Do not build anything. Do not think. Do what you have to do and do it all over again. Because nobody cares about what you come up with. And you, too, shouldn't care. What is important is the act of creation and not the creation itself. After creating, destroy it. But what is important is creating. As Michelangelo said to his assistant, "Draw, Antonio, draw, Antonio, draw until you can no longer." Write, my friend. Write until you bleed. Who knows, even without you wanting or working for it, you may come up with the book that you planned on writing last year.

The year where you shall finally be loved. She has arrived. And I know that you couldn't be happier. These things have a way of working out. Now you see that you had to go through what you went through. Life cannot be too cruel. May you find the happiness that has been elusive to you in the touch of her hand and the wonder of her company. It's good to see you smiling again.

Fear not, my brother.

For this is the year of t h e s a i n t.


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