Anniversary of that day when the compulsion to existence prompted you to leave the heat of the womb once more time.
It all started with two empowered drops with the ability to offer you a body, which were united in the sweet primordial dance of the desire that binds and the love that liberates.
You grew up swimming in the warm water of generosity, embraced in the maternal moisture that offered her fertile womb as a home to incubate the Marvel of your Life.
Prisoner of your inevitable human vulnerability and bearer of your infinite Potential of Wisdom and Compassion, the Courage and unconditional love of another being brought you to life/light (they gave you a new opportunity to remember Your Light)
Your birthday is a reminder of your Purpose: it is your time to reciprocate such exquisite kindness.
You are the son of an infinite web of beats that cease and take rebirth by changing shape but preserve their unobstructed, pure, radiant Nature, like the sky that witnesses your steps.
Thanks to the goodness of other beings, you learned languages o give sense to the world. Thus, the letters linked with value spring from your tongue musicalizing the universe. And you can process reality with the complexity that distinguishes you, human animal.
Your birthday awakens you from your forgetfulness: it is time to return the vastness of that goodness.
Your body grew up with vigor and strength, as a descendant of the infinite number of beings who fed you. Insects from the fields. The pawns of plowed skin. The animals that surrendered their body to the stalking of man's greedy hand. The poorly slept drivers of those trucks of dazzling lights, yellow as their feverish desire to return home. The businessmen of arduous temperament. And their kind morning smile.
Your mother's hands baking the taste of love, and her very hands serving consummate love on your plate.
Your birthday makes you aware of your memory twilight: your time has come to offer your heart to the world.
The tenderness of the arms that welcomed your fragility.
The insomnia of those strangers who worked without fatigue to invent your computer of excellent quality.
The paths through which you walk, paved with the laborious sweat of men you do not know... but whom you will feel like allies of your happiness if you dare to look.
Today is your birthday. Remember, while the irremediable death sighs intimately in your neck.
From the kindness of other beings:
Everything that you are. Everything that you know. All you have to give.
THERE IS NO TIME TO LOSE.