The sun is going down on the last day of my sixteenth year. I am looking back, poking through the rag-bag of memory, and trying to understand what it is that this year has given me.
I am ritualistic by nature. A day is not a thing that happens: it's an event. Things must be prepared. And things mean things. Birthdays and new years and memorial
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Happy birthday, Banui - I hope you have a wonderful, wonderful day. &hearts
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I do think God gives us little things to pull through the big ones. On the train I started writing a list of the moments when I've been completely happy. (Oddly, this is mostly in the car with Switchfoot blaring.) I meant to type it up, and probably should, but I haven't gotten around to it yet. (There's also that Deep Thoughts on Love and Suffering waiting-to-be-typed thing. I have too many journals and I loose track.)
ANYWAY. Happy birthday! I sent your lovely package on Friday so it should be there by Tuesday at the latest, I think. There's a nice surprise in it that I didn't think of until the last minute. I'll be happy to explain once you open it up. :)
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And me being terribly sentimental and not half pretentious, but then what are holidays for?
Indeed. I always feel odd in those sentimental/nostalgic/pretentious moments, but really, what harm do they do? I think sometimes we need to let ourselves be that way. (Though for me it rarely has anything to do with holidays; mostly it's things I see or hear in everyday life that gets me started.)
Anyway, have a lovely day. ♥♥♥
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And I do have to say that I loved reading this entry, it was so beautiful.
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