It's incredible to find the mixed bag of birthday messages waiting on my Facebook timeline (and on my phone) the last two days. Family and friends - some who I spoke to the day before, the week before, and others that I haven't communicated with for months or even years - all send well wishes and congrats on living another year. And for those who point to the "built in Facebook birthday reminder" as a way of cheating (as if the birthday wish is less sincere), I say phooey. I don't really care how you found out. It was the fact that you even cared to write a well wishing that means the most. So, with that I say "thank you".
Every year we view approaching birthdays in dread, with an attitude that our life seems to be passing faster each time and leaving us behind. But over my 32 years on this terrestrial voyage, I've learned how precious life can be, and how every moment is a blessing. Why should we lament another year of life? Of being able to breathe the air?