The return of my birthday, if I remember it, fills me with thoughts which it seems to be the general care of humanity to escape.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
It is lovely, when I forget all birthdays, including my own, to find that somebody remembers me.
That we must all die, we always knew; I wish I had remembered it sooner.
Well, I always had this desire to celebrate and somehow be a part of things that I thought were really great.
I remember passing through New York in college and thinking, 'I'm going to come back here.' The energy just made me think of Europe - everyone walking, seeing the delis and flowers outside. It just felt very familiar. I loved it right away.
I knew I was going from the flock of Christ and had no resolution to return, hence serious reflections were uneasy to me, and youthful vanities and diversions were my greatest pleasure.
Most of us can remember a time when a birthday - especially if it was one's own - brightened the world as if a second sun has risen.
I hope that, when I leave this planet, I will have touched a few people in a positive way. That's really what I hope I am remembered for the most.
I look back with a mix of emotions: sadness for the people who are gone, nostalgia for times that have passed, but immense gratitude for the wonderful opportunities that came my way.
What shaped me the most would probably be when my dad passed away. For the rest of my life, I'll kind of feel like he's gonna come home.
A great sense of peace entered my body, and seemingly into every cell.