A lot has been done, A lot is still left to be done, Its 12o'clock in this region, they say that the day is shorter by a micro mini second already, but i don't see the change.
I write this entry because I want to celebrate a birth of a person who gave me a birth. Spontaneous as a person I am thankful that she is a woman. Because the strength, charisma and perseverance she has is boosted by her gender. I am a third child that she bore after two daughters. Her daughters have been successful in their own ways however her affection with me is beyond my understanding. and sometimes i feel victimised as I do not expect such an attention. Correction I feel I do not deserve it.
However this lady cannot be wrong, and I try and attend to it as much as I can.
I cannot understand why do I feel scared to confront her and them (collectively) sometimes. So much has changed so far and so much is on the verge of another change that I don't know if I possess the strength to see it take another shape and vision in front of me. Unsure if I am expected to be amused in a surprise or grow another depth in the wrinkle thats ageing already.
I listen to Tiesto right now, decide to Call her back tomorrow and speak a few wishful lines to make her feel its still her day. I know she would miss a day that passed 366 days ago when I was present just a foot away from her. But its not same this year.
We both live in this ever changing world pretending to be happy successful people responsible for other people who don't even care about our existence as humans.
Happy Birthday Mum.
