May your joys be as deep as the ocean and your sorrows as light as it's foam.
This is what was written inside one of my birthday cards. I put lots of stock in birthday cards. I don't really care about presents. For me, it's all about cards. What's written inside them is a thousand times more meaningful than any present. This was inside a card from a friend, with more meaning than any of the rest put together, because i know he meant it. I judge how people feel about me from the cards they give me, and this meant a great deal.
It's surpising who you hear from on your birthday. A few old friends wished me happy birthday. A new friend told me that i was 'special, in the super dooper kind of way'. A bunch of uni people ran up to me and wished me happy birthday. Granted, a stack of people forgot. But the people who cared, they showed me. I appreciate that. Things like that make me feel better... i'm sorry that my birthday is over, because it means that i have to wait another year for more of the same.
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That's something I found in my great-grandpas journal that he took to Gallipoli and all his friends he met while wounded in hospital in England signed it and wrote little sayings like that. I guess the guy who wrote it was someone who knew sorrow too - he wasn't just writing it off or being flippant - you don't end up wounded in a war hospital pre-antibiotics without it. So I'm glad you like it.
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